Drugs in Her Gut

Lyrics

[Intro: Gansta Blac & Chetta] Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up If I make something out myself Would that ease up off my pain They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane Down on my hands and knees Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up If I make something out myself Would that ease up off my pain They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane Down on my hands and knees (ay, ay, ay, ay) [Verse] You ain't gotta pray for me You ain't gotta wait on me no more I've been up patiently filling these vacancies Let it go, ain't nothing safe with me Living so painfully, I know You ain't get a chance to see Let me get my chance to speak, talk slow Feel it in my heart, I know Chest on tight from the pounds of the smoke Tryna speak up, every time I choke Tryna reach out, but I reap what I sow Open up for me keep closed like doors Little bit of love and I still won't show Wanna be me, but my life on low No, I can't stop now, bitch I'm still on go (still on go, still on go) Homie you ain't kin, you is not my woe Drop top heart, let me fuel my soul Tryna keep up, but my feel on hold Moon walk baby, got my feet on cold Speak up now or you be untold Mind on shine and my heart on gold Give you something you can find and you still don't know No? I'm sorry Loving on me like speeding in a Rari .40 on my seat, I don't need nobody Give me something that I need, I'm good I got it Somewhere in the hills, he good like Gotti Dying just to feel, let me feel my problems Baby keep it real, if it's real I ain't doubting Let me keep it one thousand, I don't need nobody [Outro: Gangsta Blac] Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up If I make something out myself Would that ease up off my pain They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane Down on my hands and knees Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up If I make something out myself Would that ease up off my pain They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane Down on my hands and knees