Change Your Mind Songtext
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Change Your Mind Songtext
Stop playing with them Riot
Ain′t finna try to change your mind, mind, mind, mind
Ain't finna try to change your mind
Ain′t finna try to change your mind
I ain't finna sit here and try to change your mind
If they wanna leave, what they said about mind
I ain't finna sit here and try to change your mind
She stay trying to fight, babe, I′m going back on her
I′m trying to rearrange your spine
I don't want the fame, I just want more M′s
Phone call to Chris, she like "you so young."
House like a gun store, twenty four five
Call me in the clutch, boy, I shoot down, shoot down
And told them, anyway
I ain't got no love for you, it ain′t February
Bro died, feel like I was never there
Really lost my mind when they took him to the cemetery
She keep talking about the past cuz I left her there
I ain't complaining about my life, it was never fair
Round on me in the trap selling teddy bears
They gave bro 30 years, I face a federal
The block been the same, we ain′t got Benjamin's
10 pints of the Quali in the refrigerator
Trying to pour away the pain but it's sitting there
Trying to pour away the pain but it won′t mix
She can′t take the pain or the old dick
I'm about to bust, baby, put it in your throat quick
I don′t give a fuck how rich I get, huh
Still posted in the trap with all we got
Know that I'm a boy if it′s about my check
Heard that boy still get turned when the laws hit
I don't give a fuck how rich I get, huh
Still posted in the trap with all we got
Know that I′m a boy if it's about my check
Heard that boy still get turned when the laws hit
Ain't finna try to change your mind, mind, mind, mind
Ain′t finna try to change your mind, mind, mind, mind
Ain′t finna try to change your mind mind mind
I ain't finna sit here and try to change your mind
If they wanna leave, what they said about mind
I ain′t finna sit here and try to change your mind
She stay trying to fight, babe, I'm going back on her
I′m trying to rearrange your spine
I don't want the fame, I just want more M′s
Phone call to Chris, she like "you so young."
House like a gun store, twenty four five
Call me in the clutch, boy, I shoot down, shoot down
Ain′t finna try to change your mind, mind, mind, mind
Ain't finna try to change your mind
Ain′t finna try to change your mind
I ain't finna sit here and try to change your mind
If they wanna leave, what they said about mind
I ain't finna sit here and try to change your mind
She stay trying to fight, babe, I′m going back on her
I′m trying to rearrange your spine
I don't want the fame, I just want more M′s
Phone call to Chris, she like "you so young."
House like a gun store, twenty four five
Call me in the clutch, boy, I shoot down, shoot down
And told them, anyway
I ain't got no love for you, it ain′t February
Bro died, feel like I was never there
Really lost my mind when they took him to the cemetery
She keep talking about the past cuz I left her there
I ain't complaining about my life, it was never fair
Round on me in the trap selling teddy bears
They gave bro 30 years, I face a federal
The block been the same, we ain′t got Benjamin's
10 pints of the Quali in the refrigerator
Trying to pour away the pain but it's sitting there
Trying to pour away the pain but it won′t mix
She can′t take the pain or the old dick
I'm about to bust, baby, put it in your throat quick
I don′t give a fuck how rich I get, huh
Still posted in the trap with all we got
Know that I'm a boy if it′s about my check
Heard that boy still get turned when the laws hit
I don't give a fuck how rich I get, huh
Still posted in the trap with all we got
Know that I′m a boy if it's about my check
Heard that boy still get turned when the laws hit
Ain't finna try to change your mind, mind, mind, mind
Ain′t finna try to change your mind, mind, mind, mind
Ain′t finna try to change your mind mind mind
I ain't finna sit here and try to change your mind
If they wanna leave, what they said about mind
I ain′t finna sit here and try to change your mind
She stay trying to fight, babe, I'm going back on her
I′m trying to rearrange your spine
I don't want the fame, I just want more M′s
Phone call to Chris, she like "you so young."
House like a gun store, twenty four five
Call me in the clutch, boy, I shoot down, shoot down
Writer(s): Miles Spiel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

