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Travis Porter lyrics : "Lose Your Mind"

[Chorus:]
If you chillin' in the club, and havin' a good time
But man he keep on talkign to ya, bout to blow ya high

Tappin on your shoulder, and ya bout to turn around
Strap that ^!$$%, punch that ^!$$%, then ya turn right back around
Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind

Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind
Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind
Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind

Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high

Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high

[Verse 1:]

Punch that ^!$$%, slap that ^!$$%, POOF, begone
Oh my god, guess what, my brain... it's gone
Been drinkin in the VI, tryna mind my BI

These thirsty (*##$es round me, you done $#&@ing dippin BI
Bout to lose my mind, go crazy crazy crazy
Whole team turnin' up, screaming yay yay yay

But please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high
He be talking to my back and I don't even know this guy


[Verse 2:]
Tell me what, what you want?
Turn around, leave me alone

And I'm tryna smoke my strong, but he won't leave me alone
So here what I'm a do, lil strap do fool
I picked a bottle of this goose, and bruh just messed with my boo


[Chorus:]
If you chillin' in the club, and havin' a good time

But man he keep on talkign to ya, bout to blow ya high
Tappin on your shoulder, and ya bout to turn around
Strap that ^!$$%, punch that ^!$$%, then ya turn right back around

Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind
Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind
Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind


Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind


[Verse 3:]
Who who are you? ^!$$%, I don't even know you
Keep on talking to me, like we just cool

Keep on $#&@ing with me, and Ali gon' act a fool
He must now know me, I got that tool on me
And $#&@ fame ya ^!$$%, I'm gonna my goons homie

Man something must be wrong with him, quit talking Ali, gon' sang the song
to him
^!$$% I am crazy dawg and I'll swing on all of ya'll

So it's just best to quit tryin' me dawg and get from around here dawg

[Chorus:]

If you chillin' in the club, and havin' a good time
But man he keep on talkign to ya, bout to blow ya high
Tappin on your shoulder, and ya bout to turn around

Strap that ^!$$%, punch that ^!$$%, then ya turn right back around
Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind
Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind

Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind
Lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind, lose ya mind


[Verse 4:]
Man I lost my mind, I don't know where I left it
You talking %#@! to me, boy you better have a weapon

Mine is a Smith & Wesson, you better count your blessings
So there ain't no contesting, this is what you ^!$$%s testing
So all that pushing, shoving, jumping all around

I'm a come mess with little boy, just turn it down (DJ turn it down)
So get with man, I turn around
I left that red all on his face just like a crayon


Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high

Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high

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