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Ese 40'z - Out Of My Mind

Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/bb/album/515... Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/5150-Psychovill... Artist: Ese 40'z Song: Out Of My Mind Album: 5150 Psychoville Ink Year: 2014 Lyrics "I'm Gone" (Ese 40'z Verse One) Gone... fucked up, out of my head Loko, fuck you what you heard... ese fuck what you said I'm that vato, 40'z... killing them bottles Droppin them rolas, to bump in the barrio Gone, skitzo, fuckin psychosis Out of my mental, I'm uppin my doses Of soda, brew, and liquor and everything else Like a finger on a trigger, I'm blastin myself But ain't no suicide, I'm talking bout I'm faded Blastin my mente, to the moon homes... I made it To cloud nine and beyond, while I'm bumpin them oldies Firme ass tiempos, kicking back with some homies And hynas and brew and the night is still "Nuevo" Step up to the top, come and get on my level You know I get so gone, like I've said it before Eight o'clock in the morning and I'm headed foe the store So I get some more brew and I smoke some more yierba Snort up a few... but I won't hit the tierra Going and going, till I circle back I was gone, came back around, now I'm lost in this rap In this vida I'm living, some would call it perdido A fuck I'm not givin', I'm gone with no sequel... (Ese 40'z Verse Two) Gone, twisted... oldies serenated All soaked up in pisto, drunken thoughts all marinated To marry them calles... and stay in the barrio and disturb the silence, with this wicked ass audio that I'm laying down, on these gangster ass rolas different cities, different towns, for them cholos and cholas to bump at the kick back, while they're crackin them chelas smoking whatever, what the fuck ever's cleva and no I won't be the one, to ever say stop...ese I'll be the one, climbing my way to the top fuck the cops and the haters... and whoever wants to trip "Hate Proof" music... be the greatest, better than that bullshit that I'm hearing bout swaggin and bragging bout riches ey pass me the brew... ey here's the blunt homie, hit this and these tats on my face, are those of a clown but some people wouldn't know, dumb as fuck's how they sound when they say some other shit, but I'll take um to school tell um jump off my dick, it don't make um look cool when they hate and they whine... and talk shit all the time Ese 40'z N-B-G, with the trece on mine I'm that vato with two... fingers flipped up Gone off bud and the brew... yelling, "I don't give a fuck!!!" (Verse Three) Gone... ay te wacho, ain't no coming back Cuz I stay sick and twisted, all over the map Hitting spots... Smokin, drinkin, fucking Up in this vida, homeboy it ain't nothing Ain't no big thang, smile now cry later Casually dreaming, while clowning a hater Sitting in the park, bumpin "Crimson and Clova" Fuck all my rivals, look over your shouldah And I'll be right there, with that big payback thinkin After this jale, it's time tah go drinkin So somebody please, pass me a brew Can't hold a good man down ese, I thought you knew That I'm gone... and I'm... the one who really knows That my style will never change, keep on sporting these clothes Ben Davis, Chuck T's, Cortez Nikes, White T's Cholo brims... and the rest of that g shit... I like these Charlie brown stripes, with a pair of... O.G. Loccs on While I drop another track, make it a brew or a smoke song So I can get lost, help me to get all lifted Some tell me I'm off, others tell me I'm gifted But whatever's clever, I'd rather wrong If in the mente I ain't right, fuck it ese I'm gone