Out Of My Mind

[ Left at London] N.C. Thank you This song I just wrote This one's called "Out Of My Mind" Hey, listen, Johnny, you got anything to drink over there? Hang on, hang on a sec It's called "Out Of My Mind" It's a story about being insane [ Left at London] Ebmaj7 At a point, I could’ve been less concerned Fm7 Started feelin' evil That’s not the word Ebmaj7 Maybe if I meditated on it, I would find it Fm7 But I can’t find it (And I don’t need that shit) Ebmaj7 Now at a point, I would’ve been a bit cautious Fm7 Talkin' to myself, until it feels obnoxious (Ahh) Ebmaj7 Way too honest, till I’m talkin' unconscious Fm7 Started gettin' nauseous (And I don’t need that shit) [ Left at London] Ebmaj7 Fm7 There’s nothin' I can do Ebmaj7 Fm7 'Cause that’s all I’m good for Ebmaj7 Fm7 So, when will I get to breathe? Ebmaj7 Fm7 'Cause that’s all I hope for [ Left at London] Ebmaj7 Fm7 Now here it comes, I see it amongst the clouds Ebmaj7 Fm7 It’s another fallin' piece of the sky (Oh, ohh) Ebmaj7 Fm7 If you could know all of what I’m seein' now Ebmaj7 Fm7 Then I guess you would say I’m out of my mind But they never ask why, so [ Left at London] Ebmaj7 Fm7 There’s nothin' I can do Ebmaj7 Fm7 'Cause that’s all I’m good for Ebmaj7 Fm7 So, when will I get to breathe? Ebmaj7 Fm7 'Cause that’s all I hope for (Save me!) Ebmaj7 Fm7 There’s nothin' I can do (Oh, hoh, hoh, ohh!) Ebmaj7 Fm7 'Cause that’s all I’m good for (Oh, hoh, hoh, hoh, ohh!) Ebmaj7 Fm7 So, when will I get to breathe? Ebmaj7 Fm7 'Cause that’s all I hope for [ Ro Ramdin & Left at London] Cm Fm7 Abmaj7 Gm7 Cm Fm7 Abmaj7 Gm7 (Yeah!) (Ooh, hoo, ooh!) (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!) (Ah, ahh, ah-ah-ahh!) (Yeah!) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh!) (Yo! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hah!) (Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) (Ooh, ah-ah-ahh, ah!) A-huh, huh, huh) F**k you) Cm Now everybody get your hand out Fm7 I’m about to be attentive company Say I got your gun, I got your gun, and leave suddenly Abmaj7 I load it up, now I’m stimming with the safety Gm7 Why doesn’t god ever praise me? Cm So get your hand out Fm7 I’m about to be attentive company Say I got your gun, I got your gun, and leave suddenly Abmaj7 I load it up, now I’m stimming with the safety Gm7 Why doesn’t god ever praise me? (Peace)