Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Think I'm Crazy, artist - Chamillionaire.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Think I'm Crazy |
I want to know who you are but you still look very nice |
So will you talk to me? |
Should I tell you a story? |
Should I tell you a treat? |
They think I’m crazy, They don’t understand how I feel |
See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her |
The name of my record company, (Oh your a sanger) |
I said my name’s Chamillionaire and I’m a rap entertainer |
(Oh you that guy they talking bout when they be whisperin, ain’t cha |
Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya I heard a lot about how you can’t deal with your anger |
Heard the rumors how your always in trouble or danger |
Not gotta judge you if it’s true, there’s no need to explain sir |
You do have a right to be, you seem like your nice to me And like your gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?) |
I tell the boy the same hennessey on ice for me Her drink starts emptying as she’s pouring out her life to me Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be And invite me to a session of her life and she |
Seems so damn innocent but something isn’t right to me She pulls out her picture phone «I got pictures, would you like to see?» |
I’m thinking she gotta be friendly as hell |
Giving a soul to me, it’s like an identity sell |
We never met is the story that my memory tells |
Telling me tales like she doesn’t handle hennessey well |
Getting into it, getting intimate and into details |
See, I just met you and you showing me your kids |
«Who said I had any kids? |
I didn’t bring up no kids» |
Then who’s in this picture, «Man, let you show you just who it is» |
Umm, I don’t remember her name but she look like an angel |
She wasn’t from here, I knew she didn’t hang a Round a part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger |
Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see |
She said she wasn’t married but the rings on her finger |
Told me she was langin and using the same uhh |
Game I use on women so I couldn’t even blame her |
Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I’m trying to bang her |
(I bump into this dime, he told me that he used to know you |
He told me about the loyalty and love he used to show you |
He said what he said with a passion like it was so true |
Wouldn’t take advantage of the fact that the listeners didn’t really know you) |
There’s pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I’ll show you |
She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around |
I find that photo, I’m like «Oh no there’s some trouble in town» |
I turn around as these two officers is coming in now |
They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down |
So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground |
So close that they can listen to either of us now |
We turn back around and she says no need for whispering |
Then she tells me that (I don’t really give a damn whose listening |
Try to make it last a long time was my mission |
And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him |
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never missing him) |
Okay, let’s get this straight, your man cheated on you and now |
You talking to a perfect stranger like it’s making you proud |
And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how |
It wasn’t her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile |
She said (pictures can be decieving like she knew he was foul |
Look closer, you’ll see a coward who uses a smile’s power |
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn’t stand it another hour |
So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower) |
Damn what do you mean? |
(couldn’t tell you that I missin him) |
I don’t understand what your saying, how did you get rid of him? |
She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him |
She stops, Ay keep talkin I’m listening |
(I don’t wanna tell about the images I’m picturing) |
Henny spilling then she tell me (For real and |
I got the feeling of what I’m feeling is that I wanted to kill him) |
Something’s wrong here and I know just who is the villian |
The poison’s getting louder, the moral is getting clearer |
The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her |
Told me (It was protection, Reached for it in the stash) |
The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass |
Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at least |
Baby I think you crazy, Sorry I’m pressing for time |
I gotta go grind, time’s putting to resting |
Now I’m sweating and stressing, this girl’s got me guessing |
That this conversation is two types of evil confession |
And she pulls a clearer picture, It’s my damn ex-best friend |
How you know him? |
She told me she was with him at his house |
Watching movies on Sundays when they be chilling |
And that’s exactly the day that the hospital came to get him |
The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling |
Stood up and then I yelled out «Why in the hell did you kill him?» |
I didn’t kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that’s crazy |