Home Bowman - Turn My Mind Off. lyrics

I'm just a lonely kid with
Too much on his mind, i told you
Got my life taken away when I was five
I told you bitches walking around
They talking like they gonna report ya
Bitches walking around
They talking like they know a damn thing

I'm just a lonely kid with
Too much on his mind, i told you
All you fuckers wanna end my fucking life
I know it whatchu doin?
Whatchu doin?
Whatchu doin? Whatchu doin little

Pussy boy running through
The motherfucking set
With his pills in his pocket and
The gun that make him sad
I don't give two fucks
I don't ever get mad
All I know is that I told you
I could say it with my chest

Little boy
Hope you know who you're talking to
Different girl every week, cause I wanted to
Razor blade, cellophane, makеs me wanna (uh)
Bitch is on her knees but I still wanna (uh)

On a motherfucking rich bitch
You don't gotta tеll me too much
Nowadays I'm too cordial
I just keep it lowkey when I move through
Selling pods to the freshies like a Dope Dude
Motherfuckers don't know what I go through
Tryna keep the rhythm tight like I'm Osu
And you know I'm wise like an old dude
And the pockets staying empty
Like a broke dude
I been broke dude, I been broke dude
I been broke dude

Pills didn't help but the new ones do
Say she want a hit, let the high come through
Got a lot on your mind? Well I do too
I don't like to think cause
This life I didn't choose

Fucked up and I can't move (aye)
Pills so I can't feel blue (aye)
Stayed up for 3 days straight (aye)
Girl wonders if I'm playing games (aye)

Airplane on my phone airplane on my phone
Never let 'em call never let 'em

Pussy boy running through
The motherfucking set
With his pills in his pocket and the gun
That make him sad i don't give two fucks
I don't ever get mad
All I know is that I told you
I could say it with my chest

Pussy boy running through
The motherfucking set
With his pills in his pocket and the gun
That make him sad i don't give two fucks
I don't ever get mad
All I know is that I told you
I could say it with my chest

I'm just a lonely kid with
Too much on his mind, i told you
Got my life taken away when I was five
I told you bitches walking around
They talking like they gonna report ya
Bitches walking around
They talking like they know a damn thing