[Intro - chorus plays along with the intro]
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Get the mic on
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I don't know what happened, son
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I just lost my mind, son
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It's like I wasn't strong, G, I couldn't hold it when I seen it
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A nigga flesh on me, I can't really-- I couldn't hold it, G
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I don't know, I'mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga
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[Chorus]
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I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze
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People talking to me and calling my name
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But I don't hear a word they say...
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[Ghostface Killah]
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It was him, the cornerstore and a buttered roll
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The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes
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One to the face, he fell sideways
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I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres
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Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin'
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He slapped my girl, that's the reason why I was f'in to lean 'im
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Everything got real slow, I ain't hear shit, my word
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At least 40 seconds, I stay dead stiff
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I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand
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Removed the gun and the 16 spun out
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He floored past 90 on the BQE
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I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats
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I couldn't speak, I'm in a state of shock
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About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot
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Hey, yo, I feel a li'l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind
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People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange
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[Interlude - chorus plays along with interlude]
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See what I'm sayin'? I don't know, I just don't feel right
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Havin' flashbacks, bugged out, man, knahmean?
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Nah, I don't wanna go to the clinic, I don't want the hospital, son
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You know, I just feel like I'm lost, reality, man, y'knahmean?
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My face feels numb, son
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[Chorus]
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out
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All I remember's my shirt, I couldn't get them goddamned stains out
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Oxy cleans wheat 'round the chest area
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Righthand side, I'm pluckin' off li'l pieces of meat
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And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee
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But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach
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On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York
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'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk
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Manhunt, police searches, swat ran in my crib
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Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids
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Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz
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She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks 'cause of these pigs
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Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try'na slay me
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I told 'em, Friday I'll have they money, faggots try'na play me
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I'll never eat up out a garbage can
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I'll Larry Davis a cop, and if I make it alive, it was the Father's plan
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[Outro 1 - outro 2 plays along with outro 1]
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I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't goin' nowwhere, I'm aight, I'm aight
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But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I'm blowin' they head smooth off
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Cops, connects, I don't give a fuck, they gon' feel that Eagle, they gon' feel that Desert
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They gon' feel that Bulldog, y'knahmean? I don't give a fuck
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Don't put me in no mental clinics, it ain't nothin', y'knahmean?
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If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it
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Yo, I can't take this shit no more, it's too hype
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Niggas thinkin' I'm buggin' out, I ain't buggin'
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Y'all niggaz'd be buggin' out too if you had somebody's flesh on you
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Motherfuckers, fuck ya'll niggaz, I ain't goin' crazy
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Sleepin' on couches and shit... I'm goin' back outside, fuck ya'll niggaz, man
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[Outro 2]
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I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze
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People talking to me and calling my name
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But I don't hear a word they say
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I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze
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People talking to me and calling my name
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But I don't hear a word they say
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I know my Mother's worried about me
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'Cause they might have to put me away at any time
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'Cause when my baby packed up her clothes and left me
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She oh! I believe she took my mind...
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Walk Around
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Ghostface Killah |