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austin skinner - ​state of mind lyrics

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[intro]
yeah (you know who tf made it?)

[chorus 1]
in that state of mind
i’m with my b+tch and we higher than god (higher)
i just be ready to take off a top
ain’t got a safety, that’s why i’m in love with my glock (glock)
fly out the west, man, it’s nice in this foreign
i brought my b+tch with me right off my tour (tour)
(yeah) b+tch, i keep one in the head
and i’m ready, let it go
knock his ass out with my pole
g+19, bust it then it smoke (yeah)
that b+tch must think i’m a joke (joke), b+tch
i just be f+ckin’ with yo’ b+tch (yeah)
she give me head in the back of the whip
i just woke up and i’m eatin’ on grits (yeah)
[verse]
poppin’ choppas, i don’t f+ck with the lip
in the city with my b+tch and my stick
droppin’ hits, i nevеr miss
i got a drink, with that faygo i mix
we go all day ’till she suck on my d+ck
poppin’ thesе drugs then we gone for the trip, yeah (yeah)
[?] then i lost [?]
i’m in the benz’ with my glock and some tits
b+tch, i be rollin’ and rollin’
i’m getting high with my b+tch and we [?]
all these choppas, think i know that they posin’
hop in the booth and i got that b+tch goin’ (yeah)
go, yeah (yeah), lotta sh+t that i’ma mix with the wock’
i got your b+tch on the tip of my c+ck
i’m on them drugs and i know they right off
know my [?] k!llin’ me off
i’m with my b+tch, we don’t shop at the mall, nah
tryna sell more than taylor swift
i’m just tryna get a nice+ass crib
i already got a bad+ass b+tch
glocky hit ’em with that muhf+ckin’ switch
i been caught up, i been up in the mix
free my big cuzzo, he bangin’ that crip, yeah (yeah)

[chorus 2]
in that state of mind
i’m with my b+tch and we higher than god
i just be ready to take off a top
ain’t got a safety, that’s why i’m in love with my glock (go)
fly out the west, man, it’s nice in this foreign
i brought my b+tch with me right off my tour
b+tch, i be ballin’, i’m not on the court
i got some money, you cannot afford
hop in a tesla, upgraded from ford
i got my b+tch and she sittin’ on forbes
i’m tryna get up on top, twenty floors
and i told her that it’d always be yours
hop on a beat and talk my sh+t, lil’ b+tch
i’m bound be filthy rich
b+tch made me bleed, i got stabbed in the heart
i pop a perc’ then i’m headin’ up mars (mars)



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