| I feel erratic, is this psychosis?
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| Nah I got some of that off of piff and I smoked it
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| No joke shit, it comes in phases
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| Sometimes wyle the fuck out, sometimes grace and behave
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| Burn away spliffs, I think my brain stopped growin'
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| Somewhere around where the light signs stopped showin'
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| My old man always said: «When you’re older, you’ll be knowin'
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| How it drives you Insane In The Membrane.»
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| Shit! |
| I lost my train of thought, I lost my house keys
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| Lost that bike that I got of fingers or about free
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| Lost it for a bit heard some people call me 'alchy' but it ain’t the drink that
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| really took it out me
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| I look around to see the side effects
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| I set a wise of a good reflection of what’s inside the head
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| My mind’s been fed, my mind’s bled
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| That’s why I can’t remember of what the fuck I just said
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| Am I going crazy?
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| I’m talking to myself? |
| I think I’m maybe
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| Beaver’s fucked, is my name’s Josh Davey?
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| Scared to ask myself if it’s changed me
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| So have the drugs changed me?
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| Everybody thought he was nice, everyone liked him
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| 'Til one day somebody pissed him off and he started knifin'
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| Throw him in the psych bin
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| Fools, can’t you see? |
| I was just trynna be cool, it was you that made it
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| exciting
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| School for five years with the rich kids on a scholarship
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| How the fuck you meant to fit in when you can’t bring the dollars with?
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| At school I was poor, on the bus I was rich
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| The truth was the first song you think I really give a shit
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| What they think of me? |
| I knew that from day one
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| Forget the words even though every day is the same song
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| Pick up the same bong, sniff the same shit, tip the same drip down my throat
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| when my life’s gone wrong
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| My mind speaks to me but I’ve been thinking: «Fuck that dickhead!»
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| I can’t hear him jibbering away when the spliff’s red
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| Doing for the fuck instead
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| Fuck an angel in my sin bed
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| Don’t even trust myself like a pinhead
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| Looking in the mirror like a taxi driver
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| You’re looking at me, punk? |
| Through a cloud of a skunk it isn’t me either
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| Pinched out the bags so that’s a fiver
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| I’m going in on a turn like having sex, driving, holding a screw driver
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| Am I going crazy?
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| I’m talking to myself, I think I may be
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| Beaver’s fucked, is my name Josh Davey?
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| Scared to ask myself if it’s changed me
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| So have the drugs changed me? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Am I Going Crazy? , by - BVA. Song from the album Be Very Aware, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп