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Magazine My Mind Ain T So Open

My mind, it ain't so open That anything could crawl right in The last place to lose yourself Is in the world where we all cling Oh, my lover, we are

be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers depriving the truth from our children You can't hide the fact, Jack

home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga go home

plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my

Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing it for the exposure you charging up to 10$ at the door, and you ain't tryin to give me shit

it But can't be buyin' it Save me from myself This ain't a test, it's state of emergency 'Cause I can't stop myself, I'm trying my best Tell me what

misdemeanors "Boy you ain't worth" like student like teacher We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) (Can't

with my third eye You don't understand, why you're publically banned until you recognize the writing skills of a black man Black Editor, all of us ain't

] [Chamillionaire] Chamillitary mayne [Chorus - Chamillionaire] No need to worry, I already got my "Revenge" Now that it's after the win, my platinum plaques are my