Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy, Classic, Life, artist - Janelle Monáe. Album song Dirty Computer, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Crazy, Classic, Life |
| Young, Black, wild and free |
| Naked in a limousine (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| Riding through the hood real slow |
| I love it when I smell the trees (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| I just wanna party hard |
| Sex in the swimming pool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| I don’t need a lot of cash |
| I just wanna break the rules (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| We don’t need another ruler |
| All of my friends are kings (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| I’m not America’s nightmare |
| I’m the American dream (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| Just let me live my life |
| I want a crazy, classic, life |
| I want a crazy, classic, life |
| So if the world should end tonight |
| I had a crazy, classic, life |
| I don’t need a diamond ring |
| I don’t wanna waste my youth (Oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| I don’t wanna live on my knees |
| I just have to tell the truth, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| I don’t wanna be let down |
| I don’t wanna cheat on you (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| I just wanna find a God |
| And I hope she loves me too (Oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| We don’t need another ruler |
| We don’t need another fool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| I’m not America’s nightmare |
| I’m the American cool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| Just let me live my life |
| I want a crazy, classic, life |
| I want a crazy, classic, life |
| So if the world should end tonight |
| I had a crazy, classic, life |
| I want a crazy, classic, life |
| I want a crazy, classic, life |
| So if the world should end tonight |
| I had a crazy, classic, life |
| Crazy, classic, life |
| Yeah, uh, yea, yea, yea, uh |
| Handcuffed in a 'bando |
| White boy in his sandals |
| Police like a Rambo |
| Blow it out, blow it out like a candle, Sambo |
| Me and you was friends, but to them, we the opposite |
| The same mistake, I’m in jail, you on top of shit |
| You living life while I’m walking around moppin' shit |
| Tech kid, backpack, now you a college kid |
| All I wanted was to break the rules like you |
| All I wanted was someone to love me too |
| But no matter where it was I always stood out |
| Black Waldo dancing with the thick brows |
| We was both running naked at the luau |
| We was both on shrooms praying face down, waist down |
| Remember when they told you I was too Black for ya? |
| And now my Black poppin' like a bra-strap on ya |
| I was kicked out, said I’m too loud |
| Kicked out, said I’m too proud |
| But all I really ever felt was stressed out |
| Kinda like my afro when it’s pressed out |