Mind's Made Up Songtext
von Danny!
Mind's Made Up Songtext
[Chorus: x2]
I′ve made up my mind for a lifetime
I've made up my mind for a lifetime
[Verse 1:]
Bring in the verse and let′s go
I think I've gotta be the most indecisive person I know
That incident I can't forget about in Paris, France
I spent seven hours pickin′ out a pair of pants
I′m just a rapper, a bastard child
But sometimes, I think my brain is on backwards
After a while, I'll finally come to a decision or two
It′s kinda funny what a 90/20 vision'll do
Like this one time, I must′ve set the time
One hour too late, woke up at a quarter to 8
I had to be at work in fifteen
But it takes me forty-five minutes just to get clean
After showerin' another half-an-hour when
I iron a shirt, you′ve gotta try it, it works
I'm tryin' to find an excuse to not go to work, but instead
I swallowed my pride and got out of bed
Funky as hell
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Now I′m at my baby mom′s house
If this chick gets to actin' crazy, I′m out
Kinda mad another nigga treats her better than I did
But I'm here to see my kid
Me and Zoe playin′ patty-cake
I put her to sleep, and now I'm wantin′ something to eat
So I'm in the kitchen lookin' for a plate
I look up and my baby mama′s standin′ in the doorway
She said, "Danny boy, we can do it your way
Give it to me daddy, I don't even need the foreplay"
Now I COULD smash potatoes and leave
But she′d be calling me for weeks
And I wouldn't be able to breathe
All I want is mashed potatoes and greens
Apple juice, where the cups at?
Shorty grabbed my nutsack, panties fell down to the floor
Ahhh, fuck it; just listen out for the door
Man, pass me a towel
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
D. Swain, and I′m back as
The phat trackmaker, for paper
I would razor-blade your black ass
But don't think for a second that I′m clueless
Just because I'm inconclusive, get a clue bitch
But before I let you go, true story:
I was rockin' at this show and everyone was rootin′ for me
But this one guy was booin′ at the top of his lungs
Being rude and obnoxious, son
So I finish my set, walk off the stage and I get
The same lame nigga in my face, making a threat
He said go back to the Gap, because my flow was wack
And my beats are trash, what kind of critique is that?
A bad decision would've meant I had to listen to him
But if I did then I′d be missin' music
It′s been a year to the day that I took that chance
I made up my mind to rap and I ain't look back since
Yo that′s real talk man
[Chorus x4]
I′ve made up my mind for a lifetime
I've made up my mind for a lifetime
[Verse 1:]
Bring in the verse and let′s go
I think I've gotta be the most indecisive person I know
That incident I can't forget about in Paris, France
I spent seven hours pickin′ out a pair of pants
I′m just a rapper, a bastard child
But sometimes, I think my brain is on backwards
After a while, I'll finally come to a decision or two
It′s kinda funny what a 90/20 vision'll do
Like this one time, I must′ve set the time
One hour too late, woke up at a quarter to 8
I had to be at work in fifteen
But it takes me forty-five minutes just to get clean
After showerin' another half-an-hour when
I iron a shirt, you′ve gotta try it, it works
I'm tryin' to find an excuse to not go to work, but instead
I swallowed my pride and got out of bed
Funky as hell
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Now I′m at my baby mom′s house
If this chick gets to actin' crazy, I′m out
Kinda mad another nigga treats her better than I did
But I'm here to see my kid
Me and Zoe playin′ patty-cake
I put her to sleep, and now I'm wantin′ something to eat
So I'm in the kitchen lookin' for a plate
I look up and my baby mama′s standin′ in the doorway
She said, "Danny boy, we can do it your way
Give it to me daddy, I don't even need the foreplay"
Now I COULD smash potatoes and leave
But she′d be calling me for weeks
And I wouldn't be able to breathe
All I want is mashed potatoes and greens
Apple juice, where the cups at?
Shorty grabbed my nutsack, panties fell down to the floor
Ahhh, fuck it; just listen out for the door
Man, pass me a towel
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
D. Swain, and I′m back as
The phat trackmaker, for paper
I would razor-blade your black ass
But don't think for a second that I′m clueless
Just because I'm inconclusive, get a clue bitch
But before I let you go, true story:
I was rockin' at this show and everyone was rootin′ for me
But this one guy was booin′ at the top of his lungs
Being rude and obnoxious, son
So I finish my set, walk off the stage and I get
The same lame nigga in my face, making a threat
He said go back to the Gap, because my flow was wack
And my beats are trash, what kind of critique is that?
A bad decision would've meant I had to listen to him
But if I did then I′d be missin' music
It′s been a year to the day that I took that chance
I made up my mind to rap and I ain't look back since
Yo that′s real talk man
[Chorus x4]
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