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M.I.A.
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M.I.A.
Composer
Black Francis
Songwriter
Dave Taylor
Songwriter
Switch
Composer
Maya Arulpragasam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Taylor
Producer
Maya Arulpragasam
Producer
Switch
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
War, war, war
Talking about you is such a bore
I'd rather talk about moi
Like do you know the cost of AK's up in Africa?
20 dollars ain't shit to you, but that's how much they are
So they're gonna use the shit just to get far
[Verse 2]
Is gold diamonds helping ya? Don't you like my bandana?
My stains hang low on my shirt like, "Ay-ya-ya!"
Got monkey brains and banana, I'll hit you with my antenna
Put soap in my eye, make it red so I look raw, raw
[Verse 3]
So I woke up with my Holy Quran and found out I like Cadillac
So we shootin' till the song is up, little boys are acting up
Baby mothers are going crazy and the leaders all around cracking up
We goat rich, we fry, price of living in a shanty town just seems very high
But we still like T.I., but we still look fly
Dancin' as we shootin' up and lootin' just to get by
[Verse 4]
With your feet on the air, your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse, when there's nothin' in it
And you'll ask yourself: Where is my mind?
Where is my mind? Where is my mind?
[Verse 5]
War, war, war
Who made me like this?
Was it me and God in co-production?
My devil's on speed dial every time I take the wrong direction
All I want is one thing and that is what you got
Sometimes I go lose my mind then I feel numb
[Verse 6]
There's 24 hours in a day, I used to spilt it 8, 8, 8
8 work, 8 sleep, 8 for play
Now I give it all it takes
People on the Internet, a new life for the intellect
People judge me so hard, 'cause I don't floss my titties out
I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt
I was a little girl who made good with au revoir, adieu
I put people on the map that never seen a map
I show 'em something they ain't never seen
And hope they make it back
[Verse 7]
With your feet on the air, your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse, when there's nothin' in it
And you'll ask yourself: Where is my mind?
Where is my mind? Where is my mind?
[Verse 8]
With your feet on the air, your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse, when there's nothin' in it
And you'll ask yourself: Where is my mind?
Written by: Black Francis, Dave Taylor, Maya Arulpragasam, Switch