Lyrics:
with your bitch, tell her "Go crazy"
Go crazy, go crazy
Ayy
New Blue Dream
G-13
Kryptonite, Superman OG
Yeah
Alaskan thunder, fuck, we cross
have a 3sum let's get drunk
4nem onna road bro told me meet him when I'm done
Cuz at 5 we finna slide right through the 6 with 7 pumps
My niggas crazy 8
came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Bellfort, to Scott
Reed Road to Phlox, we know the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
dog, my hood's like crazy 80's stamp bag
Stapleton niggas keep they guns in strip bags
Doo-rags and blue and red flags, we keep new tags
Skinny or big
on the pillow, I sleep ready
Don’t come by with the threats, I get deadly
Spent your rent on my dog ont care bout nun’
Don’t talk to me crazy, I go cray, Thats
That's crazy Memories man on my Momma
(Used to sneak out bad ass nigga man I had a few Issues)
(Know I'm talkin' bout worked em out though huh)
(H
the thang back then
And even when ya left out, ya came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts
We rolled the fox, we load the spots
Smoke
came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Bellfort, to Scott
Reed Road to Phlox, we know the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo'
on a
Travis Scott song & I was like
DAMN, this shit HOT
It was like the first one on his mixtape
But look anyways look
This is how we gone do it look
Alright
Still
Feel like I’m golden
Yosemite
Scotts Turf builder
Handled all the excess weeds
Now I’m in and and out the city
Strokes of love indeed
Spend my time
passion
For shoes and rapping
Put plans in action
For me to cash in
Ain't do no acting
It's crazy how the world go round
Bet them Travis Scott 1's
Will make
little shots, we catching some cases
Lot of niggas hate to love me or they love to hate me
Labeled as reckless and crazy by my record label
Doctors say
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aw yeah
Got Clark with me, got Young Rob with me
Hey
Uh, chopped the top off
Another goal on the bucket
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
hold you closer will you be there when I need you now?
Wakin up still drunk as fuck
Will you be my eyes when I can't see the clouds?
Sippin blue
to mingled in
This cigar isn't doing it
No competition and you still don't want to improve on it
No wonder I still find my self talking shit
When you a bitch
biker shorts
They like, bro, you trippin'? Spent some blues on some Nike shorts
They like, bro, you different? Throwing hands, you can fight the torch
No
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
can't get my life to do a 180
This is driving me crazy
Can somebody please save me
Friday night partying under the lights
Getting drunk smoking junk
)
Guardin' Pep talks, my city blue with no hope in it (This is Man City still)
While you're gettin' clapped, press your team 'til you broke with it (No Mersy
the bar ya
Bar ya, oh my God
Drinkin' by the bar ya
Bar ya, oh my God
Drinkin' by the bar ya
Bar ya, oh my God
Guess they was pissed off
Still in
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
nothing but a blip since my sonics arisen
Guess I'm a blue blur, depressed so I shoot words
They call me every name in the book but I've been through worse,
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