And this is your mind on drugs
Your mind on drugs
Burns like the sun and hurts like a gun
Now we're on the sun
Mind on drugs
Mind on drugs
I feel it
You feel it
Ayy-ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy

I clock out
Light's too bright now
Cock out, strut down the runway
Now my Glock out
They say I've gone crazy
Glass on the ground and my eyes hazy
From smoking on that Fugazi, baby
Fifteen years in the game till they fade a n****, spiraling, the kids gon' wonder who inspired them, damn

I woke up
Fucked up out my head
Fucked up out my head
Runny nose, blood on all my clothes
Blood on all my clothes
Mama said, if I end up dead
If I end up dead
She would be the only one to know
Only one to know
And this is your mind on drugs
Your mind on drugs
Burns like the sun and hurts like a gun
Now wе're on the sun
Mind on drugs
Mind on drugs
I feel it
You feel it
Ay-ay, ay ay, ay ay