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katie tropp - get out your mind lyrics

[katie tropp: verse 1]

you hear the beat i feel the beat
it takes over every part of me
start spittin’ out this krazy speech
lift me up lyrically
insanity has got a grip
this beat right here is my fix
so i do not choke a b-tch
reality is i’m about to flip
clear the room duck for cover
not as cute as you thought huh?
i’m too rude to meet your mother
only cuz i’ll prolly f-ck her
all jokes aside i’m out my mind
i’m a different stroke for a different kind
jerk off to me if you like
invade your dreams with my knife
no fantasy don’t want to be
not interested in family
all of that is a fallacy
that doesn’t even interest me
my brain is movin’ all around
to the rhythm out my mouth
p-ssin’ off the religious south
you cannot make me settle down
wring your hands like i care
make you cry with my evil stare
get rid of you like my v-g-n- hair
wait what’d you say? i’m bald down there
t.m.i. got you sprung
you know i ain’t the one
to shy away from being blunt
now let me go ahead and spark one up!

[katie tropp: hook]

get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
we know you’ll feel alright!

get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
we know you’ll feel alright!
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
we know you’ll feel alright!

get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
we know you’ll feel alright!

[mr. maya: verse 2]

[no lyrics for mr. maya]

[katie tropp: hook]

get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
we know you’ll feel alright!

[govinachi: verse 3]

the song out your mind i’m out the box though, i’m a sly dude straight out the foxhole, govinachi blow they call me satchmo, got that lava spit i call it hot flow/
katie tropp and penns , even got joe, that’s some firework, but it is not fourth, hotter than july we on the top floor, stay in first place and we do not fold//
blaqman to podium,– pyramids what we walking out of they fearing them
i been on it since a youngsta, no fear in him, god never gave us that spirit, only fear in him/
i been known to take flight, plus i’ll smear a grin, cool dude til you mess wit my dividends, i’m about to give it ya, no giving in, so much weight on these bars you can hear em bend// eeeee
thats me,- the 7th letter, gov elevate and yall birds wit feathers, flightless i write hits, nerds get jealous, cause my brightness en-light-eneds over zealous/
– – imma take that beef served over lettuce the paleo indebt us, hot dog no relish, bring it back to the days where the flows was better its blaqman baby & we hold vendettas//
you can catch me sippin’ on a east-ciders, no suit and tie but still he stylish, i do get by cold freestyling, so stup-id fresh so he wildin’/
nachimus go machine bout it, might transform, ya girl she smiling, i’m the man though, style reeks college outside tha mind, watch me leap out it //

[katie tropp: hook]

get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
get out your m-th- f-ckin’ mind
we know you’ll feel alright!

- katie tropp lyrics

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