I'm Losin It Lyrics
| Song | I'm Losin It |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Album | R U Still Down? [Remember Me] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Straight out the mother******g bay | |
| Here we go | |
| Lord help me, save me, Mama, keep praying | |
| For a young mother******* trying to duck an early grave | |
| In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes | |
| Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies | |
| Around the corner there's another ************* waiting to jack | |
| He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot | |
| Like a mother******g thug disease | |
| Craving beats like they mother******g drugs to me, hey | |
| What's up with ******* trying to screw me? | |
| Do me 'coz I did a movie | |
| Throw the ************* to me but before they never knew me | |
| Rather die than let ya play me for a buster | |
| And with my glock | |
| I'm a plotting ass rotten mother*******, huh | |
| Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya | |
| Screaming, ‽Thug lifeâ€, ************* when I do ya | |
| I'm going crazy, getting dizzy | |
| And then I suffocate a mother******g breather | |
| Bring me back | |
| I'm telling ya, I'm losing it | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| I'm going crazy, *************s can't fade me | |
| On the real, I kill when I step to ya ******g grill | |
| So let me kick it, let me flip it, let me get wicked | |
| I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets | |
| I hang with G's, flipping keys and smoking ****** | |
| I get the cash and dash and never learn to read | |
| So ************* a *************, ************* a hoe and I let ya know | |
| Because they come and go like the wind blows | |
| What am I giving, how I'm living, what I'm giving up | |
| You can take my life and I don't give a ************* | |
| 'Coz I'm the trouble, most coming from the west coast | |
| Where the *************s is banging 'til the overdose | |
| Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics | |
| Nobody knows what makes my mind click | |
| Is it the demons screaming inside of me? | |
| Hell no, it's just the thug life mentallity | |
| I'm going crazy, *************t don't phase me | |
| I'm living like a thug 'til six *************s carry me | |
| Death is on the trigga, so pull it | |
| I can't take it no more, *************, I'm losing it | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| *************t was talking to me, my gat screamed fire | |
| The bullet told me, shoot that mother*******, he's a liar | |
| I talked to my 3-80 like a ************* on a stroll | |
| When my *************s try to dig me a whole of a [Incomprehensible] | |
| *************, I can't be ****** in this game, I'm a psychopath | |
| My AK told me to shove him up some *************s ass | |
| I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer | |
| He's one of my best friends, ************* ass ************* eater | |
| And Miss Mos*************urg love it in the back trunk | |
| You know that old school *************, she like to get it funked | |
| And splitting mother*******s by the seams | |
| My grand daddy Mr. AR-15 | |
| But the evil mother******* | |
| Talked me into taking over a **** turf and shooting cluckers | |
| Said he was my only family | |
| Shoot straight and please don't jam me | |
| Got in a fight at the club, my gat started talking | |
| Told me to shut the ************* up and let him do the talking | |
| I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang | |
| I'm going nuts man, *************t was talking to me | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I'm losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind |
| Straight out the mother g bay | |
| Here we go | |
| Lord help me, save me, Mama, keep praying | |
| For a young mother trying to duck an early grave | |
| In the city where ya can' t tell the snakes from the fakes | |
| Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies | |
| Around the corner there' s another waiting to jack | |
| He don' t know I got a glock ' til his ass get shot | |
| Like a mother g thug disease | |
| Craving beats like they mother g drugs to me, hey | |
| What' s up with trying to screw me? | |
| Do me ' coz I did a movie | |
| Throw the to me but before they never knew me | |
| Rather die than let ya play me for a buster | |
| And with my glock | |
| I' m a plotting ass rotten mother, huh | |
| Don' t let the movie fool ya, let me school ya | |
| Screaming, Thug life, when I do ya | |
| I' m going crazy, getting dizzy | |
| And then I suffocate a mother g breather | |
| Bring me back | |
| I' m telling ya, I' m losing it | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| I' m going crazy, s can' t fade me | |
| On the real, I kill when I step to ya g grill | |
| So let me kick it, let me flip it, let me get wicked | |
| I' m not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets | |
| I hang with G' s, flipping keys and smoking | |
| I get the cash and dash and never learn to read | |
| So a , a hoe and I let ya know | |
| Because they come and go like the wind blows | |
| What am I giving, how I' m living, what I' m giving up | |
| You can take my life and I don' t give a | |
| ' Coz I' m the trouble, most coming from the west coast | |
| Where the s is banging ' til the overdose | |
| Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics | |
| Nobody knows what makes my mind click | |
| Is it the demons screaming inside of me? | |
| Hell no, it' s just the thug life mentallity | |
| I' m going crazy, t don' t phase me | |
| I' m living like a thug ' til six s carry me | |
| Death is on the trigga, so pull it | |
| I can' t take it no more, , I' m losing it | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| t was talking to me, my gat screamed fire | |
| The bullet told me, shoot that mother, he' s a liar | |
| I talked to my 380 like a on a stroll | |
| When my s try to dig me a whole of a Incomprehensible | |
| , I can' t be in this game, I' m a psychopath | |
| My AK told me to shove him up some s ass | |
| I' m having long conversations with Mr. Millometer | |
| He' s one of my best friends, ass eater | |
| And Miss Mos urg love it in the back trunk | |
| You know that old school , she like to get it funked | |
| And splitting mother s by the seams | |
| My grand daddy Mr. AR15 | |
| But the evil mother | |
| Talked me into taking over a turf and shooting cluckers | |
| Said he was my only family | |
| Shoot straight and please don' t jam me | |
| Got in a fight at the club, my gat started talking | |
| Told me to shut the up and let him do the talking | |
| I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang | |
| I' m going nuts man, t was talking to me | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind |
| Straight out the mother g bay | |
| Here we go | |
| Lord help me, save me, Mama, keep praying | |
| For a young mother trying to duck an early grave | |
| In the city where ya can' t tell the snakes from the fakes | |
| Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies | |
| Around the corner there' s another waiting to jack | |
| He don' t know I got a glock ' til his ass get shot | |
| Like a mother g thug disease | |
| Craving beats like they mother g drugs to me, hey | |
| What' s up with trying to screw me? | |
| Do me ' coz I did a movie | |
| Throw the to me but before they never knew me | |
| Rather die than let ya play me for a buster | |
| And with my glock | |
| I' m a plotting ass rotten mother, huh | |
| Don' t let the movie fool ya, let me school ya | |
| Screaming, Thug life, when I do ya | |
| I' m going crazy, getting dizzy | |
| And then I suffocate a mother g breather | |
| Bring me back | |
| I' m telling ya, I' m losing it | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| I' m going crazy, s can' t fade me | |
| On the real, I kill when I step to ya g grill | |
| So let me kick it, let me flip it, let me get wicked | |
| I' m not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets | |
| I hang with G' s, flipping keys and smoking | |
| I get the cash and dash and never learn to read | |
| So a , a hoe and I let ya know | |
| Because they come and go like the wind blows | |
| What am I giving, how I' m living, what I' m giving up | |
| You can take my life and I don' t give a | |
| ' Coz I' m the trouble, most coming from the west coast | |
| Where the s is banging ' til the overdose | |
| Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics | |
| Nobody knows what makes my mind click | |
| Is it the demons screaming inside of me? | |
| Hell no, it' s just the thug life mentallity | |
| I' m going crazy, t don' t phase me | |
| I' m living like a thug ' til six s carry me | |
| Death is on the trigga, so pull it | |
| I can' t take it no more, , I' m losing it | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| t was talking to me, my gat screamed fire | |
| The bullet told me, shoot that mother, he' s a liar | |
| I talked to my 380 like a on a stroll | |
| When my s try to dig me a whole of a Incomprehensible | |
| , I can' t be in this game, I' m a psychopath | |
| My AK told me to shove him up some s ass | |
| I' m having long conversations with Mr. Millometer | |
| He' s one of my best friends, ass eater | |
| And Miss Mos urg love it in the back trunk | |
| You know that old school , she like to get it funked | |
| And splitting mother s by the seams | |
| My grand daddy Mr. AR15 | |
| But the evil mother | |
| Talked me into taking over a turf and shooting cluckers | |
| Said he was my only family | |
| Shoot straight and please don' t jam me | |
| Got in a fight at the club, my gat started talking | |
| Told me to shut the up and let him do the talking | |
| I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang | |
| I' m going nuts man, t was talking to me | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| Said I' m losing my mind | |
| Losing my mind |
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