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In My Head Video (MV)




Performed By: Christopher Foster
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Christopher Foster II




Christopher Foster - In My Head Lyrics
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I'm working my way to the top, uh
I'm thumbing the chips and the guap, uh
I'm running this shit till I stop, uh
And they want me to quit, but I'm not, uh, uh
You're under me like it or not, uh, uh
And you want to be me, but you're not, uh
I'm coming to show you the truth, uh
And they call me the Captain Salute
They wanna know whether or not I'm better than everything that they got
A veteran stop
A letterman top, what I'm about to drop?
They got me laughing my way to the top
Making them bask in my glory
I've been through some shit, man, I'll tell you the story
Nobody before me could ever destroy me
I heard your new shit, and that shit was so boring
They sleep on the kid, man, I swear they was snoring
Peep what I got and they'll never repeat it
I took a few L's, but was never defeated
I'm making an impact, they'll never delete it
Making them sit back and watch while I do it
Faced with an obstacle, bet I go through it
Ain't nothing big to a giant, a tyrant they're trying and trying, but I ain't compliant, uh
It's a lose-lose, if you step to me, knock your screws loose
I'm a vet rookie, I just spew truth
Listen to me while I spit, dawg
Listen to me, I'm the shit, dawg
You ain't getting through me, I'm legit, dawg
What I'm spitting truly can't be messed with
And I really only want respect, bitch
Only coming for the check, bitch
If you owe it to me, it's your neck, bitch
Wake them up if they slept, bitch
Pocket lent is what you're left with
I'm convinced I'm the best, bitch
Your opinion on it can be kept, bitch
One and only, man, I'm running lonely
She coming through just to put it on me
Put it on me
I just hit her with the wood and dip
Think about where it could've went
But I ain't on that would've, could've shit
My spot's what you couldn't get
Thought about it, and I would've quit
But with the tools, man, I'm too equipped
Went to school, but I couldn't get with the program
With my bro ham, I just go ham on these slow jams
No lamp, but I'm too lit
No stamp, but she do lick
True shit
Stupid when I do spit
Do get what I want to, man
I'm too sick like the flu, bitch
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English

I'm working my way to the top, uh
I'm thumbing the chips and the guap, uh
I'm running this shit till I stop, uh
And they want me to quit, but I'm not, uh, uh
You're under me like it or not, uh, uh
And you want to be me, but you're not, uh
I'm coming to show you the truth, uh
And they call me the Captain Salute
They wanna know whether or not I'm better than everything that they got
A veteran stop
A letterman top, what I'm about to drop?
They got me laughing my way to the top
Making them bask in my glory
I've been through some shit, man, I'll tell you the story
Nobody before me could ever destroy me
I heard your new shit, and that shit was so boring
They sleep on the kid, man, I swear they was snoring
Peep what I got and they'll never repeat it
I took a few L's, but was never defeated
I'm making an impact, they'll never delete it
Making them sit back and watch while I do it
Faced with an obstacle, bet I go through it
Ain't nothing big to a giant, a tyrant they're trying and trying, but I ain't compliant, uh
It's a lose-lose, if you step to me, knock your screws loose
I'm a vet rookie, I just spew truth
Listen to me while I spit, dawg
Listen to me, I'm the shit, dawg
You ain't getting through me, I'm legit, dawg
What I'm spitting truly can't be messed with
And I really only want respect, bitch
Only coming for the check, bitch
If you owe it to me, it's your neck, bitch
Wake them up if they slept, bitch
Pocket lent is what you're left with
I'm convinced I'm the best, bitch
Your opinion on it can be kept, bitch
One and only, man, I'm running lonely
She coming through just to put it on me
Put it on me
I just hit her with the wood and dip
Think about where it could've went
But I ain't on that would've, could've shit
My spot's what you couldn't get
Thought about it, and I would've quit
But with the tools, man, I'm too equipped
Went to school, but I couldn't get with the program
With my bro ham, I just go ham on these slow jams
No lamp, but I'm too lit
No stamp, but she do lick
True shit
Stupid when I do spit
Do get what I want to, man
I'm too sick like the flu, bitch
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Writer: Christopher Foster II
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