Usual Suspects

Intro I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind Verso 1: Woke up one morning on the Sunset Strip With a half-smoked blunt and some blood on my lip Hit up Loraine for that Mary Jane Man, all she had left was Menage a Twang Rolled in the Pink, I picked up some Cuervo Walking sideways, and I'm starting to swerve-o Last night was wild, blew my money at Jumbo's Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos Hollywood rat pack, cans in my backpack N.C. Cruise through your valley, and I'm snatching your snapbacks N.C. Huffing on some paint, and I think that I'm half-black N.C. Roll another blunt and fuck it up over this track I think I've lost my mind But I'm feeling so alive What a pity, it's so pretty Looking through the bars and I see my city I think I've lost my mind Yet I'm feeling so alive What a pity, it's so pretty Looking through the bars and I see my city Verso 2: If everybody gotta be everything they wanna be I don't think I'd see you bitches sitting right in front of me You can tint them windows, pack another pistol This bitch was talking shit 'bout my Hollywood hits, so... You can come west, but you'll never be West Coast Doping on these motherfuckers deep in the DeSoto Oh no, tell me what you wanna be You can be anything but not another Three I'm a holy roller, slow blunt smoker N.C. The mask on the page of a wanted poster N.C. Look into my eyes and tell me what you see N.C. The wickedness in you is the wickedness in me I think I've lost my mind But I'm feeling so alive What a pity, it's so pretty Looking through the bars and I see my city I think I've lost my mind Yet I'm feeling so alive What a pity, it's so pretty Looking through the bars and I see my city Verso 3: How did I let this happen? This life I can't get back from This fully loaded magnum; if you got some questions, ask 'em I turned into a madman like Dahmer mixed with Manson I'll take this song for ransom, make you scream my fucking anthem I'm knocking at your door, I'm pacing back and forth You better board up your windows 'cause I might start a war Or maybe I'm just tripping, this weed has got me spinning Undead until I die, so when I die, you know I'm living Ponte: I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind I think I've lost my mind But I'm feeling so alive What a pity, it's so pretty Looking through the bars and I see my city I think I've lost my mind Yet I'm feeling so alive What a pity, it's so pretty Looking through the bars and I see my city I think I've lost my mind But I'm feeling so alive What a pity, it's so pretty Looking through the bars and I see my city I think I've lost my mind Yet I'm feeling so alive What a pity, it's so pretty Looking through the bars and I see my city