Lose My Mind
Young Jeezy Lyrics

Lets get it shawty!
Let's go, my friend!

Oh this that shit right here nigga
This is an awesome song, man!

What's up? What's up?
What's going on, guys?

103 yo, nigga 103, yo!
Representing 103, y'all!

When this shit drop in the club nigga
When this song comes on in the club, man

Yeah, it go, it go
It's a hit, it's a hit

Why y'all trip, I'm just fine
Why are you worried about me? I'm okay

Twelve forty five, 'bout that time
It's almost time for me to party

Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind
I've been busy all week, it's time to relax and have fun

Drink like a tank, lose my mind
I'm going to drink a lot and go crazy

This shit cray, way too bad
This situation is insane and out of control

Rosé baby, waste two stacks
I'm spending a lot of money on expensive Rosé wine

Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
I have the coolest and most desirable car here

Can't spell sober, lost my mind
I'm so drunk that I can't even spell the word sober

I'm hearin' voices in my head think I'm schizophrenic
I'm hallucinating and think I have a serious mental disorder

Swear they sayin' lets get it from another planet
I feel like I'm receiving messages from aliens telling me to party

Thirty six, a thousand times I'm doin' somersaults
I'm so excited that I feel like doing backflips over and over again

Do it right and you can live ya whole summer raw
If you party correctly, you can have a great summer

I'm out my mind, yeah a nigga seein' double y'all
I'm so drunk that I'm seeing double

Tell me what's the chance of Jizzle fuckin' both of y'all
What are the odds of me having sex with both of you?

She said as long as we can do it with your ice on
She's willing to have sex with me as long as I keep my jewelry on

If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on
Since we're keeping the jewelry on, we might as well leave the lights on so we can see it better

Just blew a thousand swisher sweets
I just smoked a thousand cigars and enjoyed myself

In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat
I'm driving a cool car that reminds me of Halloween

It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons
I'm not worried about anything because my assistants have assistants

House stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms (yeah!)
My house is outrageously and ridiculously large, and I have many rooms to spare (yes!)

Guess what my momma told me, she hate my partners
My mom doesn't like my friends and thinks they're bad people

Guess why she hate 'em though, 'Cause all of 'em robbin'
She hates them because they're all criminals who steal things

Fuck the police, 'cause all of 'em problems
I don't like the police because they always cause problems

White girls fun, 'cause all of 'em swallow
I like having sex with white girls because they're more likely to perform oral sex

Why I ain't fuck her at the house, 'cause the bitch holla
I didn't have sex with her at my house because she screams and moans too loudly

And where the pill man at, he need a blue dolphin
I'm looking for a drug dealer who specifically sells a type of pill called a blue dolphin

Old broke ass nigga, stop cock blockin'
An older, less wealthy man is preventing me from having sex with someone, and that bothers me

Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin'
I need help from security because a woman is following me too closely

A half fuckin' mill, that's what the whip cost me
I spent $500,000 on my car

One-hundred dollars, that's what the pussy cost me
I had to pay $100 to have sex with someone

And when the nigga start hatin', that's when the nigga lost me
If someone starts to dislike me, then I don't want anything to do with them

Fantastico, that's what the hoes call me
Women really like me and think I'm fantastic

Drop the top, no bra, got tha titties out
I'm driving with the convertible top down, and she's not wearing a bra so her breasts are visible

Mention my name and bring the whole city out
I'm so well-known that if someone just says my name, a lot of people will appear

Doin' what I do best, d-boy stuntin'
I'm doing what I'm great at: showing off my money and style as a drug dealer

New car, old money, d-boy stuntin'
I have a new car but old money, and I'm showing it off as a drug dealer

Step in cleaner then a new glock-40
I'm dressed really nice and clean, even cleaner than my new gun

My nickname in the A, strapped up shorty
My nickname in Atlanta is strapped up shorty, and it means that I'm always carrying a weapon

You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothpick
I get agitated easily, and my finger moves quickly like a toothpick when I'm about to shoot a gun

Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big
There's a long line of people waiting to see me because I'm so famous and important

G-O, black shades and my black chains
I'm showing off my style with Gucci and/or Givenchy accessories as well as black sunglasses

But if you wouldn't understand, it's a black thing
If you don't get why I'm doing this, it's because you're not black and don't understand black culture

You know we drink that Rozay 'til we black out
We always drink Rosé wine until we pass out from being too drunk

Wake up, drink some more, pass back out
The next morning when we wake up, we start drinking again and then pass out once more