Hollywood Undead - Usual Suspects lyrics
Hollywood Undead [J-Dog, Funny Man, Johnny 3 Tears, Charlie Scene, Danny] LA, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hollywood Undead - Usual Suspects lyrics]
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
Woke up one morning on the Sunset Strip
With a half-smoked blunt and some
Blood on my lip
Hit up Loraine for that Mary Jane
Man, all she had left was Menage a Twang
Rolled in the Pink, I picked up some Cuervo
Walking sideways
And I'm starting to swerve-o
Last night was wild, blew my money at Jumbo's
Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos
Hollywood rat pack, cans in my backpack
Cruise through your valley
And I'm snatching your snapbacks
Huffing on some paint
And I think that I'm half-black
Roll another blunt and fuck it
Up over this track
I think I've lost my mind
But, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
If everybody gotta be everything
They wanna be
I don't think I'd see you bitches
Sitting right in front of me
You can tint them windows
Pack another pistol
This bitch was talking shit
'bout my Hollywood hit's, so
You can come west
But you'll never be West Coast
Doping on these motherfuckers deep
In the DeSoto
Oh, no, tell me what you wanna be
You could be anything but not another Three
I'm a holy roller, slow blunt smoker
The mask on the page of a wanted poster
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
The wickedness in you is the wickedness in me
I think I've lost my mind
But, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
How did I let this happen? This
Life I can't get back from
This fully loaded magnum if
You got some questions, ask 'em
I turned into a madman like
Dahmer mixed with Manson
I'll take this song for ransom
Make you scream my fucking anthem
I'm knocking at your door
I'm pacing back and forth
You better board up your windows 'cause
I might start a war
Or maybe I'm just tripping
This weed has got me spinning
Undead until I die, so when I die
You know I'm living
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
But, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
But, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
Woke up one morning on the Sunset Strip
With a half-smoked blunt and some
Blood on my lip
Hit up Loraine for that Mary Jane
Man, all she had left was Menage a Twang
Rolled in the Pink, I picked up some Cuervo
Walking sideways
And I'm starting to swerve-o
Last night was wild, blew my money at Jumbo's
Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos
Hollywood rat pack, cans in my backpack
Cruise through your valley
And I'm snatching your snapbacks
Huffing on some paint
And I think that I'm half-black
Roll another blunt and fuck it
Up over this track
I think I've lost my mind
But, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
If everybody gotta be everything
They wanna be
I don't think I'd see you bitches
Sitting right in front of me
You can tint them windows
Pack another pistol
This bitch was talking shit
'bout my Hollywood hit's, so
You can come west
But you'll never be West Coast
Doping on these motherfuckers deep
In the DeSoto
Oh, no, tell me what you wanna be
You could be anything but not another Three
I'm a holy roller, slow blunt smoker
The mask on the page of a wanted poster
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
The wickedness in you is the wickedness in me
I think I've lost my mind
But, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
How did I let this happen? This
Life I can't get back from
This fully loaded magnum if
You got some questions, ask 'em
I turned into a madman like
Dahmer mixed with Manson
I'll take this song for ransom
Make you scream my fucking anthem
I'm knocking at your door
I'm pacing back and forth
You better board up your windows 'cause
I might start a war
Or maybe I'm just tripping
This weed has got me spinning
Undead until I die, so when I die
You know I'm living
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
But, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
But, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city
I think I've lost my mind
Yet I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city