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Head rush
Head rush
Head rush (get outta my head)
Head rush

Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah

Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush

Rich, rich shit
Nigga, you better show 'em, I ain't playin' boy
(He been working this year) uh
Player shit, uh
Everybody tryna wear you out, nigga
You better blast it, uh
Show 'em how you lay it down (going state to state)
Player shit, uh
Show 'em how you get down, nigga, uh
You better blast it, uh
Everybody tryna wear you now, boy
Player shit, uh
Show 'em how you lay it down, nigga, yeah
You a Compton, nigga, uh
Show the bitches how you get down (ah)

Two years can could your life (bitch, I look good)
You ain't never seen a nigga move this nice (I moved out the hood)
6-0 for a show, up my price (yeah)
Swaggin' on these niggas, pockets leakin', thicker
Yeah, I do it bigger, this ain't nothin' new
(His head's making so much noise)
(His head is making so much noise)
Bought a new house, don't talk to me
The balcony pretty I can see the city
I got the wolf on my wrist, now I'm feeling healthy
Skin smooth, a nigga feeling choosey
You nigga is loud tough, stay out the way, homie
She giving bad dome, I send her in cab home
You making my, making my, making my, making my

Head rush
Head rush
Head rush

Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush

You can do anything you want
But when you're tight
You get tired quick
And before you know it, you're done

Never put an artist in a box
They only thought I could do house
I bet they didn't know that at one point
The only house that I knew was a trap
My aunty call it the booking joint
The spot across the street from my granny house
Seen a lot of shit there
It ain't much that I'm scared of (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Let me tell you 'bout this head rush
It's entertainment mixed with drugs
Dealing with loss and with love
I'm glad I'm still here to talk about it
A lot of niggas we done lost
Trauma on my face, damn, I feel a away
At times I feel like it's my fault

Relax, become, stay focused
And then everything's okay from there on
Definitely
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Head rush
Head rush
Head rush (get outta my head)
Head rush

Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah
Bum-bum-ba-bum, yeah

Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush

Rich, rich shit
Nigga, you better show 'em, I ain't playin' boy
(He been working this year) uh
Player shit, uh
Everybody tryna wear you out, nigga
You better blast it, uh
Show 'em how you lay it down (going state to state)
Player shit, uh
Show 'em how you get down, nigga, uh
You better blast it, uh
Everybody tryna wear you now, boy
Player shit, uh
Show 'em how you lay it down, nigga, yeah
You a Compton, nigga, uh
Show the bitches how you get down (ah)

Two years can could your life (bitch, I look good)
You ain't never seen a nigga move this nice (I moved out the hood)
6-0 for a show, up my price (yeah)
Swaggin' on these niggas, pockets leakin', thicker
Yeah, I do it bigger, this ain't nothin' new
(His head's making so much noise)
(His head is making so much noise)
Bought a new house, don't talk to me
The balcony pretty I can see the city
I got the wolf on my wrist, now I'm feeling healthy
Skin smooth, a nigga feeling choosey
You nigga is loud tough, stay out the way, homie
She giving bad dome, I send her in cab home
You making my, making my, making my, making my

Head rush
Head rush
Head rush

Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush
Head rush, head rush

You can do anything you want
But when you're tight
You get tired quick
And before you know it, you're done

Never put an artist in a box
They only thought I could do house
I bet they didn't know that at one point
The only house that I knew was a trap
My aunty call it the booking joint
The spot across the street from my granny house
Seen a lot of shit there
It ain't much that I'm scared of (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Let me tell you 'bout this head rush
It's entertainment mixed with drugs
Dealing with loss and with love
I'm glad I'm still here to talk about it
A lot of niggas we done lost
Trauma on my face, damn, I feel a away
At times I feel like it's my fault

Relax, become, stay focused
And then everything's okay from there on
Definitely
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Writer: Sheldon Young, Maurice Powell, McClenney, Roman GianArthur
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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