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Description
Producer: Chris Thomas
Composer Lyricist: Andrew Farris
Composer Lyricist: Kirk Pengilly
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bass up, bass up, bass up. Oh! Bass up, bass up, bass up.
Oh. Bass up, bass up, bass up. Oh!
Murder on the beat, so it's -not nice.
-Sometimes I be trippin', and they wonder why. Wonder how I'm livin', 'cause I get so high.
I don't really like new faces 'round me, love for me by my side.
I don't really like expressing how I'm feeling, but it's hard to hide. Oh, you better pick a side.
You better go and ride. You better go and slide.
I'm at war with my own brain and I don't know the shit I'm tryna fight.
I stay the same through all the pain and still the same, she keep that pussy tight. Ayy, I'm so broken with this money, baby.
I'm sickened of all this money, baby. I done clinked you on your body like a joint.
Ayy, I'm so deep inside your tummy, baby. She say, "You been acting funny lately.
" Just be patient, I do better with your love.
Her friend made me freeze, but the bitch stick around and believes.
Say I made it despite of some shit they would never believe. I wake up and I'm thankful for all of these blessings received.
I wake up out of space while you think that I can't even breathe. It's too much on my mind.
It's too much on my brain. Just let this army fight, just stay inside this lane.
It's too much on my mind. It's too much on my brain.
I'm scared to let us down, grinding like we ain't even got a thing.
Sometimes I be trippin', and they wonder why. Wonder how I'm livin', 'cause I get so high.
I don't really like new faces 'round me, love for me by my side.
I don't really like expressing how I'm feeling, but it's hard to hide.
Oh, you better pick a side. You better go and ride.
You better go and slide.
I'm at war with my own brain and I don't know the shit I'm tryna fight.
I stay the same through all the pain and still the same, she keep that -pussy tight.
-Sometimes I'm Sizzy, he really be trippin' and I really wonder why.
Switching the shots at the opps 'cause I know I can't put it to the side.
I can't give it to lil' mama 'cause she do it just the way I like. He think it's Sizzy, it come up, he gonna end up on channel five.
That lil' mama look sweet, I'ma eat on that pussy just like it's apple pie.
I'm the apple of her eye, sucking that shit from the back, she hit them highs.
Ain't no problem on my side, niggas know that I'm a thief within the night.
She a freak within the night, she keep on asking if she can spend the night.
More with the silence for the competition, I ain't forget the mission.
Free all my brothers that's locked in the cancer and in the penitentiary.
You never seen a million dollars cash, you never gonna get it.
I fucked all these bitches, then dubbed all these bitches, that's why these niggas dissing me.
Sometimes I be trippin', and they wonder why.
Wonder how I'm livin', 'cause I get so high.
I don't really like new faces 'round me, love for me by my side.
I don't really like expressing how I'm feeling, but it's hard to hide. Oh, you better pick a side.
You better go and ride. You better go and slide.
I'm at war with my own brain and I don't know the shit I'm tryna fight.
I stay the same through all the pain and still the same, she keep that pussy tight.