Eris Dublin - Outta My Mind (feat. Lusive) Lyrics

Yeah, uh

Is this the Music U Love?

You ready? Yo, FRXXLANCX

Ugh, if you ain't about faces, About-Face
Follow the leader, ya boy's on a clout chase
Came inside heavy that don't mean she pregnant
We f*ckin' the club up in seconds
Minutes away 'til it ours
A hour behind and I will be fine
I don't know and won't get to the bottom of it
We on top, so you gotta love it
Gettin' amnesia when swiping the Visa
Livin' sober can't enlighten me neither
Bend her over, didn't I just meet ya?
Then I'm gone like I'm high off the reefer
Big is my preference, I hate when they tell me "remember the little ones"
If you stood in my corner don't throw in the towel I stress it to get it done
Made a permanent mark, had temporary friends, but my fans can't get enough
Ya name's unknown, prolly blocked in my phone, so this nigga ain't pickin' up
A day at a time and you not on the schedule
If I been silent, I'm plottin' to dead you
Known for not working, how could I forget you?
Calling me stranger, how should I be with you?

I'm sorry I must've forgot who you were (I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
Plottin' against me is not gonna work (It's not gonna work, not gonna work)
I'm sorry I must've forgot who you were
I'm outta my mind must be high off the herb

I hear most of these bitches complaining, ' cause most these niggas complaining
'Bout where did he get that from, wanna know if they can get them some
Ain't no handouts over here boy, stand out over there like a sore thumb
Talking all this shit tryna make me remember where the hell you came from
You bringing up school, but I stay too high to remember your last name
And if you ain't apart my fam or my team, homie you could go that way
'Cause Imma stay relaxed and keep in my zone
As soon as I'm back, I get hit on my phone
Or somebody wanna know what I'm doing
Bitch, you can't help what I'm doing
Shit, ignore it
'Cause half of these niggas is boring
Never got a plan to get this money
They talk cheap like they could afford it
Better warn them, 'cause my team gettin' warmed up
Game time nigga, we ain't even wear a warm-up
Pulled up ready for the action
Hoppin' out of the back of the black Range Rover nigga

I'm sorry I must've forgot who you were (I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
Plottin' against me is not gonna work (It's not gonna work, not gonna work)
I'm sorry I must've forgot who you were
I'm outta my mind must be high off the herb