Travis Porter - Lose Your Mind (Blow My High) lyrics

[Hook] If you chilling in the club when having a good time A n***a keep on talking to you, 'bout to blow your high He's tapping on your shoulder and you 'bout to turn around Strap that n***a, punch that n***a, turn right back around Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high [Verse 1: Quez] Punch that n***a, slap that n***a, poof, be gone Oh my God, guess what? My brain is gone Smoking, drinking in the V-I, trying to mind my B-I These thirsty b**hes 'round me, you done f**ing [?] 'Bout to lose my mind, go crazy, crazy, crazy Whole team turning up, screaming, "Yay yay yay" But please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high He be talking to my back and I don't even know this guy [Verse 2: Strap] Tell me what, what you want? Turn around, leave me 'lone And I'm trying to smoke my strong, but homes won't leave me alone So here's what I'ma do, little Strap da Fool I picked a bottle of this Goose and bruh just messed [?] [Hook] If you chilling in the club when having a good time A n***a keep on talking to you, 'bout to blow your high He's tapping on your shoulder and you 'bout to turn around Strap that n***a, punch that n***a, turn right back around Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind [Verse 3: Ali] Who, who are you? n***a, I don't even know you You keep on talking to me like we just cool Keep on f**ing with me, 'Li gon' act a fool He must not know me, I got that tool on me And f** fame, you n***a, I'm gon' get my goons, homie Man, something must be wrong with him Quit talking, Ali gon' sing the song to him n***a, I am crazy, dog And I'll swing on all of y'all So it's just best to quit trying me, dog And get from 'round here, dog [Hook] If you chilling in the club when having a good time A n***a keep on talking to you, 'bout to blow your high He's tapping on your shoulder and you 'bout to turn around Strap that n***a, punch that n***a, turn right back around Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind [Verse 4: Quez] Man, I lost my mind, I don't know where I left it You talking sh** to me? Boy, you better have a weapon Mine is a Smith & Wesson, you better count your blessings There ain't no contesting if you n***as testing So all that pushing, shoving, jumping all around I'm a grown-a**, so little boy, just turn it down Yapping in my ear, so get with man, I turn around Then I left that red all on his face, just like a crayon [Outro] Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high