Crazy

This song is about going crazy

Losing your fucking mind

Staying out too many days at a time

Yeah, I'm staring down a dark tunnel and I can't see the light

Rats crawling everywhere, you know how they be at night

I got a gun in my hand and I gotta squeeze it tight

I'm trying to get out of here, no one said it's easy, right?

My stomach is queasy like, I got a fucking lump in my throat

More than a decade I'm searching and I'm hunting for hope

Soaking in alcohol, smoking, using something to cope

But how much water can you dump in your boat, before it sinks

My hijinks, made my eyes chink, pink when the lies stink

Pockets broke made me wanna rob things

Fuck this rap shit, my city's full of suicide kings

So from here on, this is now a do or die thing

I got a baby on the way, mad bills to pay

But I took too many god damn pills today

And I can't get out of this haze out of my bed

Can't get these sick thoughts out of my head

I'm going crazy

I got a baby on the way, mad bills to pay

But I took too many god damn pills today

And I can't get out of this haze out of my bed

Can't get these sick thoughts out of my head

I'm going crazy

I don't wanna talk shit, but this weed in my pocket

Is making me crazy, just throw me a straitjacket and lock it

I'm fueled like a rocket, the topic of conversation

Is I'm a little insane in the brain and I could spark it

Like a suicide bomber, homie I'm ready to bomb it

Adrenaline taking over, think I'm gonna vomit

But I can promise you one thing, I walk it like I talk it

If I shoot a comet at you, better hope that you can block it

Fuck it, I'm annoyed with some of these shitty rappers

Trying to turn the fucking lights out, just call me the clapper

'Cause homeboy is a poser, taking it so far

I put you on the corner where most of my hoes are

And you can make money for daddy, just don't be mad at me

But this is what happens any time you throw a jab at me

You can take a stab at me and really I feel maybe

It's time to put you away, homie I'm still crazy

And you can make money for daddy, just don't be mad at me

But this is what happens any time you throw a jab at me

You can take a stab at me and really I feel maybe

It's time to put you away, homie I'm still crazy

Lord forgive me, I'm surrounded by sin, insects crawling under my skin

Demons knocking at the door of my mind, I feel like letting them in

What you call drug dependency, I call setting a trend

I was always into drugs, just nobody caught me

I learned it from the best teachers my family taught me

I got knocked, went to trial, guess what that bought me

The aura of invincibility, you can't stop me

My great grandfather was a doctor, his son was a doctor

Soon as I found pussy I wanted to play doctor

In my middle school locker, I had a bottle of vodka

Took a shot at lunch time, sprayed my breath with Binaca

I'm no psycho, my shrink says I'm a sociopath

I enjoy prescription pills and blowing that grass

What you're calling big cash, I would throw in the stash

That weed you're saying's exotic, I throw in the trash

I got nothing to live for except a 40 cal slug

Waiting up in the barrel, I can take it in the mug

Everybody hates J, that don't phase me

I never learned karate but I know crazy

I got nothing to live for except a 40 cal slug

Waiting up in the barrel, I can take it in the mug

Everybody hates J, that don't phase me

I never learned karate but I know crazy

I wonder what it feels like to be dead

It's gotta be like a certain feeling right before you die

When you know you're dying

It's probably one of the illest, craziest, fucked

Up most feelings you'll ever feel in your life

But uh, you can never tell anybody what it is

'Cause you're all gone after that

I keep picturing myself dead, what I'm gonna look like when I'm dead

And it makes me feel alive