Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thinking Crazy, artist - Jehst. Album song The Dragon of an Ordinary Family, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
Thinking Crazy |
What am I going to do? |
The rent is overdue! |
God, I guess it’s over to you |
I could beg, borrow, or steal |
Take it to court |
Try to appeal |
But you’ve got to be real |
Like that guy from Cypress Hill |
Times are ill |
Before I do something stupid I should write my will |
Yo I need to smoke something |
Try to chill |
Now I’m thinking: |
In prison they supply the meals |
No gas, no electric, or water bills |
Fuck it, I’m cracking open a host of peels |
As low as I feel? |
I could rob a little kid’s piggy bank |
Scrap the plate down to the last milligram |
On the really, fam |
I’m in a tight squeeze |
Have you got a little spliff of weed that I could buy please? |
Ayo, I’ll pay you later |
Why’re you fronting? |
Don’t be a player hater |
When I blow I’ll be making crazy paper! |
No money for food? |
You start thinking crazy |
The rent is overdue? |
You start thinking crazy |
Bailiffs at your door? |
You start thinking crazy |
You’re sick of being this poor? |
You start thinking crazy |
When your pockets are broke |
You start thinking crazy |
Your money went up in smoke? |
You start thinking crazy |
Up to your neck in debt? |
You start thinking crazy |
The landlord came to collect? |
You start thinking crazy |
They say I’m cashing cheques |
And I’ll be pushing the bimmer next |
I’ve got a push-bike, blud |
I’ll push a BMX |
So if you see me vexed |
It’s 'cause my money’s short |
There’s not enough noughts on this cheque |
I need a couple more! |
Surviving in the tin cans out the cupboard door |
Bunning draw |
Just to deal with the rugged, raw, situation |
This is going to take a team effort |
If all else fails I’ll turn to extreme measures |
Ain’t nothing sweet, fellas |
We’ve got to eat |
Let us load up the heat and go wave it at some bank tellers |
For a bag of Cheddars |
I know you man are jealous |
We’re all sick to the stomach like we’ve got Salmonella |
I’m looking at my bank balance like «It's now or never» |
You know the taxman is out to get you? |
And I’ma bet you |
That when your stomach’s touching your ribs |
You’ll suddenly switch |
It’s about to get ugly kids! |
No money for food? |
You start thinking crazy |
The rent is overdue? |
You start thinking crazy |
Bailiffs at your door? |
You start thinking crazy |
You’re sick of being this poor? |
You start thinking crazy |
When your pockets are broke |
You start thinking crazy |
Your money went up in smoke? |
You start thinking crazy |
Up to your neck in debt? |
You start thinking crazy |
The landlord came to collect? |
You start thinking crazy |
So now it’s time to start pulling out the long straps |
Sawn-offs and all that, gats and baseball bats |
Black hoodies and baseball caps real low |
Bandanas wrapped round the face so nobody’ll know |
Let’s go |
Natwest, HSBC, Abbey National |
Halifax or the Barclays? |
It’s all the same to me |
Yeah, I know I’m a novice |
But anyone can pull a toaster in the post office |
Balaclavaed up |
Celebrate down the pub, lagered up |
Go to West-end clubs and large it |
Plus treat yourself to some things |
Live like a king, buy your wife some bling |
I know she’d like a diamond ring |
But the police must of traced the notes |
Now they’re knocking on my door |
There’s no place to go! |
I’m out the back door |
Over the wall, into the next road |
They’re already there |
I’m surrounded by 5−0 |