[Intro: Left at London]
Thank you
This song I just wrote
This one's called "Out Of My Mind"
Hey, listen, Johnny, you got anything to drink over there?
Hang on, hang on a sec
It's called "Out Of My Mind"
It's a story about being insane

[Verse 1: Left at London]
At a point, I could've been less concerned
Started feelin' evil
That’s not the word
Maybe if I meditated on it, I would find it
But I can't find it
And I don’t need that shit
Now at a point, I would've been a bit cautious
Talkin' to myself, until it feels obnoxious (Ahh)
Way too honest, 'til I’m talkin' unconscious
Started gettin' nauseous
And I don't need that shit

[Chorus: Left at London]
There’s nothin' I can do
'Cause that's all I'm good for
So when will I get to breathe?
'Cause that's all I hope for
[Verse 2: Left at London]
Now here it comes, I see it amongst the clouds
It’s another fallin' piece of the sky (Oh, ohh)
If you could know all of what I'm seein' now
Then I guess you would say I'm out of my mind
But they never ask why, so

[Chorus: Left at London]
There's nothin' I can do
'Cause that's all I'm good for
So when will I get to breathe?
'Cause that's all I hope for
(Save me!)
There's nothin' I can do
(Oh, hoh, hoh, ohh!)
'Cause that’s all I’m good for
(Oh, hoh, hoh, hoh, ohh!)
So when will I get to breathe?
'Cause that’'s all I hope for

[Outro: Ro Ramdin & Left at London]
(Yeah!)
(Ooh, hoo, ooh!)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)
(Ah, ahh, ah-ah-ahh!)
(Yeah!)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh!)
(Yo! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hah!)
(Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
(Ooh, ah-ah-ahh, ah!)
(A-huh, huh, huh)
(Fuck you)
Now everybody get your hand out
I'm about to be attentive company
Say I got your gun, I got your gun, and leave suddenly
I load it up, now I'm stimming with the safety
Why doesn't God ever praise me?
So get your hand out
I'm about to be attentive company
Say I got your gun, I got your gun, and leave suddenly
I load it up, now I'm stimming with the safety
Why doesn't God ever praise me?
(Peace)