Let Me Blow Your Mind (Feat. Gwen Stefani) lyrics by Eve
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Song Title * Let Me Blow Your Mind
Performed By * Eve f/ Gwen Stefani
Composer(s) *
Publisher * . Unauthorised copying is illegal
Programmer * � Bespoke Music
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* Intro Uh.
(rapper) Uh.
Uh, huh.
Yo, yo.
* Verse 1 Drop your glasses, shake your asses.
(rapper) Face screwed up like you havin' hot flashes.
Which one? Pick one. This one, classic.
Red from blonde, yeah, b****, I'm drastic.
Why this? why that? Lips, stop askin'.
Listen to me baby, relax and start passin'.
Expressway, hair back, weavin' through the traffic.
This one's strong, should be labelled as a hazard.
Some of y'all n**** hot, sike, I'm gassin'.
Clowns I spot 'em and I can't stop laughin'.
Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin'.
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic.
Some of y'all ain't writin well, too concerned with fashion.
None of you aint Giselle, cat walk and imagine.
A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted.
Cut b****, camera off, real s***, blast it.
* Chorus: I knew I had to give you more.
(singer) It's only been a year.
Now, I got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere.
It took a while to get me in and I'm gonna take my time.
Don't fight that good s*** in your ear.
Now let me blow your
* Verse 2 (singing)
(rapper) They wanna (ooh) bank up, crank up, (ooh) makes me dizzy.
(Ooh) Shank up, haters wanna (ooh) come after me.
You aint a (ooh) gangster, prankster, (ooh) too much to eat.
(Ooh) Snakes in my path wanna (ooh) smile up at me.
(rapping)
(Ooh) Now why you grittin' your teeth?
Frustration, baby, you got to breathe.
Take a lot more than you to get rid of me.
You see I do what they can't do, I just do me.
Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see.
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe.
Huh, sixteen's mine, create my own lines.
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find.
Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind.
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine.
Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine.
Huh, sick to your stomach wishin' I wrote your rhymes.
* Repeat chorus
* Verse 3 Let your bones crack, your back pop, I can't stop.
(rapper) Excitement, glock shots from your stash box.
F*** it, thugged out, I respect the cash route.
Locked down, blastin' sets while I mash out.
Yeah n****, mash out, D-R-E.
Back-track, think back, E-V-E.
Do you like that? (illll)
You got to, I know you.
Had you in a trance, first glance from the floor too.
Don't believe, I'll show you, take you with me.
Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief.
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me.
Damn, she much thinner, know now I'm complete.
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on.
Ryde or Die b****, double R, came strong.
Beware, cause I crush anything I land on.
Me here, ain't no mistake n****, it was planned on.
* Repeat chorus
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Time * 3:58
Length * 89 bars
Tempo * 90 bpm
Key * A-flat minor
Ch 1 * Clavinet
Ch 2 * Synth Bass 2
Ch 3 * Electric Piano 1
Ch 4 * Jazz Guitar
Ch 5 * Piano 1
Ch 6 * Square Wave
Ch 7 * Strings
Ch 8 * Sweep Pad
Ch 10 * Drums
