Boogieman Dela, Cambatta - I Don't Wanna Lose My Mind.

from letters to myself by Boogieman Dela

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lyrics

Verse 1 - Boogieman Dela
I just want to do my numbers
Haters want to take it from us can't take it from us
I'ma kill them all summer
Everytime I pull up fried with the sauce on it
and all I smoke is sweetgreen
I don't want beef just a cutie in a g-string
Never catch me in a Sebring,
I be in a Cadillac classic with the seat leant
I make it look easy
Why they talk about me never say it when they see me
I swear talk is so damn cheap
I make moves I don't make promises I can't keep
Go play on the train tracks don't play with me
I'm just tryna make a way like it's on the scale
I got it all laid out from A to Z
And keep a PYT that don't kiss and tell

Hook
Every time I'm rolling through the street
If somebody do the wrong thing to me
I'ma lose my mind and I don't want to lose my mind Everywhere I Go you already know
Somebody say the wrong thing I'll explode
And I'll lose my mind and I don't want to lose my mind

Why you always coming out your lips wrong
You gon have me coming off the hip dog
You'll get pissed on if I'm pissed off
Be ready for game time when it's tip-off
(Repeat)

Verse 2 - Cambatta
You walking around in the dead body
You remind me of my next hommy
Your Chucky I'm his friend Tommy
I'm Chucky your Andy with the dead Mommy (batta)
My father's not a street dude
he went to prison for the shelter and the free food
Mama only had me for the tax check
I still owe her for nine months in back rent
I'm mad stressed and all I'm seeing is Black Death, vexed Shatter your glass chest and grab breath
Cash checks for the copper that a penny cost
Repenting like a copper in the Pentecost
Working with the pen and not the heavy Ross, skinny Ross Freeway, ready Raw - Peddler - been a boss
I'm a ghetto dwarf - metamorph - head this lost
like a severed off on a metal Cross

Hook
Every time I'm rolling through the street
If somebody do the wrong thing to me
I'ma lose my mind and I don't want to lose my mind Everywhere I Go you already know
Somebody say the wrong thing I'll explode
And I'll lose my mind and I don't want to lose my mind

Why you always coming out your lips wrong
You gon have me coming off the hip dog
You'll get pissed on if I'm pissed off
Be ready for game time when it's tip-off
(Repeat)

credits

from letters to myself, released February 28, 2020

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about

Boogieman Dela Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Boogieman Dela is as complex an artists as the name suggests. This Philly native grew up in a large musically inclined family with three sisters and a brother all with an aptitude for singing and various instruments. In Boog's elementary years he studied the drums and the trumpet which began building the foundation of his musical genius.

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