Get Out My Head Lyrics – Bad Boy Chiller Crew

Get Out My Head Lyrics by Bad Boy Chiller Crew

You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no
Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head

You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no
Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head

You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no
Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head

Yo, f#ck the chit-chat, f#ck the riff-raff
I just want a b#tch with a big back
I just want the money and a quick laugh
Big YZ give me whiplash

Few white lines and we hit stage
sh#t changed, shutting down shows with the big names
Tentens from road, tryna fight ’em off
I like getting mazz and I like Lacoste

I’m a charva, shit’s bravada
Pull up on ’em with the big ‘un, ’bout to ’cause some drama
Got a big team and the boys are loose
Don’t care about you and your point of view

I’m a big risk, vacate when I wanna
Time for the cats and shotters
Cops and robbers
Come from the bottom, no joke

Blow smoke, set goals, get blow
You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no

Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head
You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no

Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head
Yo, f#ck the chit-chat, f#ck the riff-raff
You never done dirt, never been bad
Turn a bad boy to a dingbat

Sinbad, I ride the wave, then kick back
I get paid, you pay to rap
Hit stage, go ape, then I make a stack
Big bag of flake, but I pass it ’round

I just bought the bar, they won’t kick us out
Ten racks in gold, that’s how we roll
Come from being broke, now man’s got dough
I’m not your friend, don’t call man bro

Now hate my goals, 23, game’s on
Five days, no grades, man, I never went school
I was sat back, chilling with a fat zoot
Mum flipped out, man, I drove mum mad

Now I’m in JD’s tryna blow a few bags
You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no

Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head
You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no

Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head
I’m a different clarity, different category
MCs mad at me, I turn dreams to reality
You ain’t done sh#t, you’re a div

I’m paid, I’m rich, gold chair, gold fist
Yo, blacked-out Range, switch those lanes
Take that chase, bust that case
Police wanna ram me, police wanna ban me

They ain’t on sh#t ’cause I’m fast like dodgems
Shots in the car, I’ma murk these divs
G63, new shape, I’m lit
One-five on the dash, I’m scaring your b#tch

Few rides and a sniff, ‘course I’m gonna rip
Drink in my cup, I’m wasted, faded
Racing, just goin’ past that A6
I ain’t got time for a drink to them boys in the system

Ain’t sh#t, you’ve been home
You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no

Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head
You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind
How do you get to know how I feel inside?
‘Cause I didn’t take you there, no

Oh, baby, get out my head, get out my head
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Bad Boy Chiller Crew Lyrics – Get Out My Head

Bad Boy Chiller Crew

Get Out My Head