[Hook]
I'm losing my goddamn mind (what, what, what, what)
I'm losing my goddamn mind

[Verse 1: Will is Chillin']
When I attend your show I tend to drool and catch a snooze
Attention you just couldn't hold like dry ice
Coldest fist then grip the mic that I control
This doctor chilly sick
Then I prescribe a scroll from my soul
I got a milli-on

[Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge]
No, y'all oughta know though I'm channeling profits
I got no cash to deposit
We just babbling nonsense
We just acting obnoxious
Balancing objects atop a crackling fundament
Not just fat but we gluttonous too
Constant courage government coup
Head full of drugs and violent wishes
Not in need of cheap love
I wanna see them streets run red with the blood of the politicians
Who try to divide the people
Stay hiding behind they peephole
More likely to find the evil right up inside a cathedral preaching
[Hook]
I'm losing my goddamn mind (what, what, what, what)
I'm losing my goddamn mind