Crazy

Oh my god this is my song

Am I crazy

Okay this letter's from Jeff from Nashville

Said he met a chick last year mad chill

Kept it on a hundred couple dates getting mad real

Then she flipped the switch so much screaming need an Advil

See her family Boca as to a muy loca

She lived for the part lined up on that

More crave by the day though she love me

She ain't good at doing much

But she good at spending money like

Met her on a flight to LA

We didn't talk much

She didn't really have much to say

Maybe she star struck

I say baby you have to tell me your name

And what's your number

Should have known right when she say

Sorry for partying

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

In your way

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

In over there

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

Out your mind

Why you gotta be crazy crazy

All the time

I'm not crazy)

I'm talking bad sh*t it's tragic

See the first time we met it's like magic

A bad chick

Now I gotta tell her listen

That's it

She was broke from the first time I smashed it

So I rode up to the club my dojo

Met 4 tonight they all 4 loco

You know them girls try breaking up the band

Yeah yeah we caught up

Oh no you don't she grabbing my phone

She sucked in my happen without his patron

But just because it was in my pic

Doesn't mean they had the pleasure being on my dick

Just sitting there at home for a cellphone ring

Yeah I know you waiting for a ring

It's the same story but we never get it straight

Man I used to call her Becky now she miscommunicate

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

In your way

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

In over there

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

Out your mind

Why you gotta be crazy crazy

All the time

I'm not crazy)

x2)

Go crazy go crazy

Go crazy oh wait stop

Go crazy go crazy

Go crazy oh wait stop

Go crazy go crazy

Go crazy oh wait stop

Go crazy go crazy

Go crazy oh wait stop

just tell me I'm not crazy)

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

In your way

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

In over there

Why you gotta be crazy yeah

Out your mind

Why you gotta be crazy crazy

All the time

I'm not crazy)

Met her on a flight to LA

We didn't talk much

She didn't really have much to say

Maybe she star struck

I say baby you have to tell me your name

And what's your number

Should have known right when she say

Ok stop

I hate you)