| Cos it stays crazy on my mind
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| Crazy on my mind, uh oh
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| (Verse 1 — Ramson Badbonez)
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| Crazy on my mind like paying bills
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| I wanna sit back and jam so that my brain can chill
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| But I ain’t sure where I’m getting my next meal
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| When my stomach’s rumbling — that’s when it gets real
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| When I’m feeling trapped like the average lab rat
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| Dreaming of the high life, money and fat stacks
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| Memories and flashbacks, what does the future hold?
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| Will I be alive by the time my yoot is grown?
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| The streets is an ill battlefield
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| Things dun changed
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| They don’t face around the way, big guns blaze
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| Sometimes my mind winds back to my younger days
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| Jamming on estates turned me into a tear away
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| Now I’m just stressed out, left with a dead frown
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| When my family labeled me as a let-down
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| My mind is a temple and my eyes are the peepholes
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| Lost in weed smoke, bro I need to achieve goals
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| ‘Cos it stays
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| Crazy on my mind, uh oh
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| All day every day it’s a shame
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| Crazy on my mind, uh oh
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| I’m going clinically insane
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| ‘Cos it stays
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| (Verse 2 — Brad Strut)
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| Crazy on my mind like a padded cell
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| Sittin' with a pen and spliff drawing a parallel
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| Cause you know it’s paining me to live in the present day
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| Looking for a plane to jet, I gotta get away
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| I ain’t after better pay, money or cheap thrills
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| I only want the inner peace, F all that keep real
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| Living with the people, after the equal
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| We’re treated like a sequel while acting deceitful
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| I wallow in the picture, checking the negatives
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| Living off the benefits, avoiding the derelicts
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| Cause all that talk is rhetoric, kid this is no joke
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| It’s either rob and hustle, get a job or you go broke
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| Living in the bustle with the muscle and bagman
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| So caught up in the struggle, how the fuck will this pan?
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| Thinking to myself this is more than a bad dream
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| Humanity is busting ever rushing to have things
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| Acquire the materials, keeping up with the Jones'
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| A white picket fence, part the sea like I’m Moses
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| Hard to see the psychosis, hypocrisy approaches
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| And obviously it serves you what you need in a dosage
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| A comedy of errors in the era of end times
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| Apocalyptic rocket ships storing the enzymes
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| I hit you with that honest spit as long as I’ve got the piff
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| It’s something that you gotta get so play it back ten times
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| Cause it’s staying
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| Crazy on my mind, uh oh
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| All day every day it’s a shame
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| Crazy on my mind, uh oh
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| I’m going clinically insane
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| (Verse 3 — Ramson Badbonez)
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| Crazy on my mind in deep thought
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| Mood swings fling me up and down like a seesaw
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| Why is every city kid speaking that street talk?
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| Illin' what the fuck are you looking at me for?
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| Living in a place filled with hate — got no love
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| Seeing brother slaying brother, killing in cold blood
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| Rather with my baby mother watching my seed learn
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| With no team work we move around like sheep herds
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| Now is the time to be in touch with the history
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| Riddled mysteries like what does religion mean?
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| Is there even light at the end of the tunnel?
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| Shall I get a job or is it better to hustle?
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| Is there really aliens, spirits and ghosts
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| UFOs and black holes or is it a hoax?
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| The mind plays tricks like the kids that blaze sticks
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| At this point in time, blood I don’t need to say shit
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| ‘Cos it stays
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| Crazy on my mind, uh oh
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| All day every day it’s a shame
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| Crazy on my mind, uh oh
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| I’m going clinically insane
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| ‘Cos it stays |