Travis Porter - Lose Your Mind (Blow My High) lyrics

If you chilling in the club
When having a good time
A nigga keep on talking to you
'bout to blow your high
He's tapping on your shoulder and
You 'bout to turn around
Strap that nigga, punch that nigga
Turn right back around
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high

Punch that nigga, slap that nigga, poof
Be gone
Oh my God, guess what? My brain is gone
Smoking, drinking in the V-I
Trying to mind my B-I
These thirsty bitches 'round me
You done fucking
'Bout to lose my mind, go crazy, crazy, crazy
Whole team turning up, screaming
"Yay yay yay"
But please, don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high
He be talking to my back and
I don't even know this guy

Tell me what, what you want? Turn around
Leave me 'lone
And I'm trying to smoke my strong
But homes won't leave me alone
So here's what I'ma do, little Strap da Fool
I picked a bottle of this
Goose and bruh just messed

If you chilling in the club
When having a good time
A nigga keep on talking to you
'bout to blow your high
He's tapping on your shoulder and
You 'bout to turn around
Strap that nigga, punch that nigga
Turn right back around
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind

Who, who are you?
Nigga, I don't even know you
You keep on talking to me like we just cool
Keep on fucking with me, 'Li gon' act a fool
He must not know me, I got that tool on me
And fuck fame, you nigga, I'm
Gon' get my goons, homie
Man, something must be wrong with him
Quit talking, Ali gon' sing the song to him
Nigga, I am crazy, dog
And I'll swing on all of y'all
So, it's just best to quit trying me, dog
And get from 'round here, dog

If you chilling in the club
When having a good time
A nigga keep on talking to you
'bout to blow your high
He's tapping on your shoulder and
You 'bout to turn around
Strap that nigga, punch that nigga
Turn right back around
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your
Mind, lose your mind, lose your mind

Man, I lost my mind
I don't know where I left it
You talking shit to me? Boy
You better have a weapon
Mine is a Smith & Wesson
You better count your blessings
There ain't no contesting if
You niggas testing
So all that pushing, shoving
Jumping all around
I'm a grown-ass, so little boy
Just turn it down
Yapping in my ear, so get with man
I turn around
Then I left that red all on his face
Just like a crayon

Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high