Tell me I'm just fine Cause I think I'm going crazy I'm losing faith, I find it in your eyes Maybe I'll spend the night, I need you to save me From
alright Tell me I'm just fine Cause I think I'm going crazy I'm losing faith, I find it in your eyes Maybe I'll spend the night, I need you to save me From
calling me calling me Try to leave room (ooh) But she keep calling me calling me and I gotta go Oooh oooh oooh oooh Say I gotta go ooooh She keep calling me calling
I always feel like Somebody's watching me Tell me is it just a dream When I come home at night I bold the door real tight People call me on the phone
we can barely fall asleep And time and time again I'm feeling incompetent 'Cause my women back home, we're constantly arguing And I must be crazy '
record they know I'm smokin' of course Blow some haze in the air pull out my notebook Then I head up to the booth load the beat off my email Phone on silent ignorin' calls from
Saturday night Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all right (What?) My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the phone Man, that nigga's married, he can't leave home (
nuts, oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem ol' fag-ass nigga, kick rocks {*censored*} on the phone and that nigga talkin crazy I don't know, who to
Makaveli the Don Feel this, Killuminati (Toss it up!) Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call
sofa i was on the phone You overheard me call out my best friends name That's when u went crazy started going insane Grabbed the phone from my hand
later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down Then sprayed I played Dami me get the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call ?50 waddup
don't know nothin my ignorance be keepin me out in the cold Who do I call when I'm in need of a ride? in somebody elses car How do I get from point A
dressed alike looking like they cloned up Same nights I wouldn't pick my phone up And you was thinking damn boy grow up And I could still hear her leaving Crazy
the run in when their comin', when I'm rollin' in my home A son of a bitch, I gotta cough, cough in the summer Love of thug nigga, from my calico, I
running from Lady Death, still I'm shady Okay they say he schizophrenic and crazy Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen
? I got that Cach money in my Gucci backpack I ain?t ? man I ain?t low Flow crazy Blow insane What you know about them? From ? home It?ll be a .. gang
2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone