Hol' up
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
Tunin' up like tapes
Smoke lookin' like vapes (That smoke)
Rollin' with them apes (Gorillas)
You know my n****s ain't fake (Them killas)
They rep their hood and their state (Hol' up)
They rep the money they make
Don't give a f*ck what you say
They buss their gun in your wake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
Geekin', smokin' Mary Jane
That Indo to the brain
I'm breezy with no fame
While, im smokin' with no shame now
Just in case you didn't know (Wow)
Every day I fumo (Oh oh)
In the air humo
When blazing with two hoes (Leggo)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
One to the face, inhale it (Spliff it)
Whip that work, then sell it (Cook it)
I caught a case then bailed it (Down south)
No speakin' up, no tell it (Closed mouth)
Let me take you to that place (Edzone)
Let me take you through that way
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Let me take you to that place
Let me take you through that way
Only really one way
Don't you go and hesitate
Come on leggo meditate
All them haters gonna hate
Money bags I'm gonna chase
Mula, mula, gonna chase
Orale, orale
Ganja, Ganja, Bombay
Orale, orale
Ganja, Ganja, Bombay
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
2ble Jay - Psychedelic Mind Lyrics
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Hol' up
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
Tunin' up like tapes
Smoke lookin' like vapes (That smoke)
Rollin' with them apes (Gorillas)
You know my n****s ain't fake (Them killas)
They rep their hood and their state (Hol' up)
They rep the money they make
Don't give a f*ck what you say
They buss their gun in your wake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
Geekin', smokin' Mary Jane
That Indo to the brain
I'm breezy with no fame
While, im smokin' with no shame now
Just in case you didn't know (Wow)
Every day I fumo (Oh oh)
In the air humo
When blazing with two hoes (Leggo)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
One to the face, inhale it (Spliff it)
Whip that work, then sell it (Cook it)
I caught a case then bailed it (Down south)
No speakin' up, no tell it (Closed mouth)
Let me take you to that place (Edzone)
Let me take you through that way
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Let me take you to that place
Let me take you through that way
Only really one way
Don't you go and hesitate
Come on leggo meditate
All them haters gonna hate
Money bags I'm gonna chase
Mula, mula, gonna chase
Orale, orale
Ganja, Ganja, Bombay
Orale, orale
Ganja, Ganja, Bombay
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
Tunin' up like tapes
Smoke lookin' like vapes (That smoke)
Rollin' with them apes (Gorillas)
You know my n****s ain't fake (Them killas)
They rep their hood and their state (Hol' up)
They rep the money they make
Don't give a f*ck what you say
They buss their gun in your wake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
None my n****s ain't fake
Geekin', smokin' Mary Jane
That Indo to the brain
I'm breezy with no fame
While, im smokin' with no shame now
Just in case you didn't know (Wow)
Every day I fumo (Oh oh)
In the air humo
When blazing with two hoes (Leggo)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
One to the face, inhale it (Spliff it)
Whip that work, then sell it (Cook it)
I caught a case then bailed it (Down south)
No speakin' up, no tell it (Closed mouth)
Let me take you to that place (Edzone)
Let me take you through that way
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Let me take you to that place
Let me take you through that way
Only really one way
Don't you go and hesitate
Come on leggo meditate
All them haters gonna hate
Money bags I'm gonna chase
Mula, mula, gonna chase
Orale, orale
Ganja, Ganja, Bombay
Orale, orale
Ganja, Ganja, Bombay
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my homies from the Yak (Pontiac)
Don't you get my mind yet (Yea, yea, yea)
Don't you get my mind yet
Psychedelic mind, yea
Mixed in with that Cognac
All my n****s got my back (Hol' up, hol' up)
All my n****s got my back
Writer: EDWARD THOMAS RODRIGUEZ, JOSHUA JACOBO
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave