| This song is about goin crazy
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| Losin your fuckin mind
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| Stayin out too many days at a time
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| Yeah
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| I’m starin down a dark tunnel and I can’t see the light
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| Rats crawlin everywhere, you know how they be at night
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| I got a gun in my hand, and I gotta squeeze it tight
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| I’m tryin to get out of here, no one said it’s easy right?
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| My stomach is queasy like, I got a fuckin lump in my throat
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| More than a decade, I’m searchin and I’m huntin for hope
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| Soakin in alcohol, smokin usin somethin to cope
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| But how much water can you bail from your boat, 'fore it sinks?
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| My hijinks, made my eyes chink, pink from the lye stink
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| Pockets broke made want to rob things
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| Fuck this rap shit! |
| My city’s full of suicide kings
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| So from here on, this is now a do or die thing
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| I got a baby on the way, mad bills to pay
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| But I took too many God damn pills today
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| And I can’t get out of this haze, out of my bed
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| Can’t get these sick thoughts outta my head — I’m goin crazy
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| I don’t wanna talk shit, but this weed in my pocket
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| Is makin me crazy, just get me a straight-jacket and lock it
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| I’m fueled like a rocket, the topic of conversation
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| Is I’m a little +Insane in the Brain+, and I can spark it
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| Like a suicide bomber, homey I’m ready to bomb it
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| Adrenaline takin over, think I’m gonna vomit
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| But I can promise you one thing, I walk it like I talk it
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| If I shoot a comet at you better hope that you can duck it
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| Fuck it, I’m annoyed with some of these shitty rappers
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| Tryin to turn the fuckin lights out just call me The Clapper
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| Cause homeboy is a poser, takin it so far
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| I put you on the corner where most of my hoes are, and
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| You can make money for daddy, just don’t be mad at me
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| But this is what happens any time you throw a jab at me
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| You can take a stab at me, and really get peeled maybe
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| It’s time to put you away, homey I’m still crazy
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| Lord forgive me I’m surrounded by sin, insects crawlin under my skin
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| Demons knockin at the door of my mind, I feel like lettin 'em in
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| What you call drug dependency
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| I call settin a trend
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| I was always into drugs, just nobody caught me
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| I learned it from the best teachers, my family taught me
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| I got knocked went to trial, guess what that bought me?
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| The aura of invincibility, you can’t stop me
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| My great grandfather was a doctor, his son was a doctor
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| Soon as I found pussy, I wanted to play doctor~!
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| In my middle school locker I had a bottle of vodka
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| Took a shot at lunchtime, sprayed my breath with Binaca
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| I’m no psycho, my shrink says I’m a sociopath
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| I enjoy prescription pills and blowin that grass
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| What you callin big cash, I would throw in the stash
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| That weed you saying’s exotic I throw in the trash
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| I got nothin to live for except a 40 cal slug
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| Waitin up in the barrel I can take it in the mug
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| Everybody hates Jay, that don’t faze me
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| I never learned karate, but I know crazy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crazy , by - Slaine. Song from the album A World With No Skies 2.0, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп