She's biting her nails and grinding her teeth The next thing I know she's all over me I swear I swear just hold me close and he'll disappear So call me crazy
hips She's biting her nails and grinding her teeth The next thing I know she's all over me I swear I swear just hold me close and he'll disappear Call me crazy
she got Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy She said one time at band camp, she was a rat And go girl scout cookies lined flat
close to me Would you call me crazy and put my face all over ya magamazines Tell me Do you actually think I'm as the same as I'm a have you see You would
No matter where life takes me, find me with a smile Pursuit to be happy only laughing like a child I never thought life would be this sweet It got me
your homies I know people think they know me I guess im lame, untalented, old me Girls wanna own me, labels wanna clone me Haters wanna choke me, stoners
inside So believe me it's not evil To break out of this spell Don't be wasting a whole lifetime Don't betray yourself anymore So hear me calling - this is a
potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine Me people don't even play me close, cause them don't know me Me don't want no company, me kick it with me lonely
Remember when we use to dip In your day-day Coupe and get high Remember, when you use to think I was crazy and wouldn't chill with me You come to get me
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
surely one day soon All she wants is some breathing room If not tomorrow surely one day soon Excuse me did she say She wished she went away And not return
with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a nigga
out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today
up Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
nigga, you made me crazy You shoulda slayed me as a baby Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a
22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana abig fourty glock just call me the gun
our obsessions, If we were our afflictions, I'd be joining you. We need a reflection, We need a really good memory. Feel free to call me a little more
