Tony Mitchell - Amnesia lyrics

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Tony Mitchell - Amnesia lyrics

[Intro] (I don't want this-I don't want this on my head) (Okay) (SL¥TE WORK, what you thinkin' about?) (I'm done doing this) (Do it again?) [Verse 1: SL¥TE] (SL¥TE WORK, what you thinkin' about?) Evidently work, put this dick in ya mouth Heaven sent me first, so I never got the verse in person Guess the message still trickling down (Get the f** out of here) So while I'm waitin' for that Let me get off my a** and make a f**in' grip with this rap I used to cop a sack so a n***a don't spazz But without it I been spazzin' on emaculate tracks And I still smoke Keep me in my f**in' zone when I feel low Low key k**in' n***as dreams, yea I k** slow Low key dickin' in between, how it feel ho Then uh-oh! n***as gettin' agitated When I make a f**in' track, you should be happy I made it When I'm droppin' them hits, don't get to coppin' the fifth Get to noddin' ya head, and get to poppin' with this [Chorus: SL¥TE] I think I copped amnesia Cause I don't remember you there Off rip, we ain't feeling you here Numb to you n***as, numb to you n***as, numb to you n***as Ain't nobody f**in' with ya I think I copped amnesia Cause I don't remember you there G sh**, we ain't feeling you here Numb to you n***as, numb to you n***as, numb to you n***as Ain't nobody f**in' with ya [Verse 2: SL¥TE] Man I'm trying to put my city on some new sh** This the motherf**in' thanks I get? All the game I spit, all them thangs I hit And I still hara** motherf**ers to play my sh**? And silver spoon? What the f** do you think? '07, '08 n***a my fridge was blank You was playin' hanky pank across the street in paint While I was paintin' pictures of my landlord with a shank One dead, two dead, three dead, four Four dead, five dead, six dead more How much rent do it take until a n***a living straight Why them b**hes got to hate, let me get this money One stack, two stack, three stacks, four Four stacks, five stacks, six stacks, more How much bank do it take until a n***a living straight Why them n***as got to hate, let me count this money I be at it for weeks And b**h n***a I ain't matchin' ya peak A lot of you weep because a lot of you weak A lot of n***as ain't rich because a lot of you sleep But not me, oh no not me But please, don't take my word for it Ask the streets (evil laughter) You sleep [Chorus] [Verse 3: L$G] Man, runnin' around trying to jog my memory She saying somethin' about~ nut in her mouth If heaven sendin' messages, I'd be stuck in the ground For a grip, and I ain't f**in' around Feet all in the dirt and my mind stuck in the clouds Vice versa, ma I got what you need right here Me and SL¥TE work, tell her give me the green light first Said what I'm doin', it seem like work I leave my kitchen with two broken a** wrists And now everybody smokin' that sh** I got the white kids in rehab, light skinned-ed need that Dark n***as parked in the front, where my front (They need that) Day out and day in at any day inn that we can stay in Dope sales at the hotel I can finger paint a pin up, fiends playin' pick up Caught up in this sh**, what? We brought up in this sh** Give me some [Chorus 2x]

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