Crazy People

Uh, mood swing

What?

Sittin' on the corner of 33rd and utter hell

Yo, you ain't killed nobody today, but I ain't well

Hangin' up on strippers, working on my 3rd bottle of liquor

You smellin' like cat litter, still bitter

Walk around the earth stressed

I've been buggin' since I fell out of my mother's dress

I guess, I'll have another panic attack

It's always darkest right before it's pitch black

World full of crazy people, and I guess I'm one in the same

And I tell you, man, it's evil, but I don't know no other game

And how did I get so dirty? You can see it on my face

But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet

So, y'all better give me some praise

I'm mood-swinging like a wreckin' ball

Knockin out a wall, and I don't got a gun

So I'm shootin' birds at y'all

And it piss me off more that you don't fall

I ought to take a ball of C-4 to the mall (yeah)

Lookin' out the window, and the world calls me a chump (chump)

Smokin' a cig at the gas pump

Hey, hey, hey, you want a bump?

Excuse me, sir, can you spare a buck or two

Fuck you, motherfucker, I need liquor too

The world's a cesspool, and I'm a piece of shit

Stomach hangin' out my mouth when I'm blowing grits

I'm like a rat inside the wheel, and it's played out

Drivin' off a cliff, smoke a spliff on the way down

Can't get a bitch, all of them are gay now

Hey, pal, got the time? Does anybody really know?

(Man, y'all done lost y'all mind)

Well, so has everybody else, we're just cuttin' in line

World full of crazy people, and I guess I'm one in the same

And I tell you, man, it's evil, but I don't know no other game

And how did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face

But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet

So, y'all better give me some praise

And how am I supposed to walk?

And how am I supposed to talk?

And how am I supposed to live?

When I ain't got a damn thing to give