Emminate - Bckofmymind Lyrics

Yuh
This the back of my mind
This the back of my mind
This the back of my mind
These are the thoughts from the back of mind
You say you got three eyes but you still act blind
You say you really wanna do it but you waste yo time
Pick Your damn feet up and run right over that line
I got double dutch syndrome
Staring at the pendulum
Looking for the minutes that have passed but I can't find em
Uh they was lost to the darkness
Yeah I really need a bitch but I think that I'm heartless
It don't even matter I'm still roll dis blunt regardless
This really that art shit
Chopping up a sample then I archive it
Money in my hands so I dance where the sun shining
Weed smoke lung lining uh
I travel in wind like the breeze
Old me dead part of debris
Talking to trees
Ride in the city like I got the key to the place
I keep a k in the safe
Lost but I have escaped
Dark alley bottom of the well
Eat sum acid make me think bout how I felt
So I get a check and spend it on my self
Hit the stu you know I'm stunting walking right up out of hell
This the back of my mind
This the back of my mind
Yuh
He got a loose ghost
Run out of the house where will he go
Not even he know
So close
Talking with my spirit as the moon glow
Lunar shining through my window
Only ever seen on photo
90 on the dash as I blow smoke keep low
Posted in the streets where the cops wont show
Always on my own
Yeah I'm friends with the blunt he really know me best
He know what's next
Jump right over any fence
You know I'm always first so you can take whatever's left

Yuh
This the back of my mind
This the back of my mind
This the back of my mind
These are the thoughts from the back of mind
You say you got three eyes but you still act blind
You say you really wanna do it but you waste yo time
Pick Your damn feet up and run right over that line
I got double dutch syndrome
Staring at the pendulum
Looking for the minutes that have passed but I can't find em
Uh they was lost to the darkness
Yeah I really need a bitch but I think that I'm heartless
It don't even matter I'm still roll dis blunt regardless
This really that art shit
Chopping up a sample then I archive it
Money in my hands so I dance where the sun shining
Weed smoke lung lining uh
I travel in wind like the breeze
Old me dead part of debris
Talking to trees
Ride in the city like I got the key to the place
I keep a k in the safe
Lost but I have escaped
Dark alley bottom of the well
Eat sum acid make me think bout how I felt
So I get a check and spend it on my self
Hit the stu you know I'm stunting walking right up out of hell
This the back of my mind
This the back of my mind
Yuh
He got a loose ghost
Run out of the house where will he go
Not even he know
So close
Talking with my spirit as the moon glow
Lunar shining through my window
Only ever seen on photo
90 on the dash as I blow smoke keep low
Posted in the streets where the cops wont show
Always on my own
Yeah I'm friends with the blunt he really know me best
He know what's next
Jump right over any fence
You know I'm always first so you can take whatever's left