Boy’s Krazy

I'm just wide awake
I'm just wide awake
I'm going crazy

They say that boy crazy
They say that boy crazy
They say that boy crazy
They say that boy crazy

They said that that boy's crazy
They said that that boy's crazy
They said that that boy's crazy
They said that that boy's crazy

They said that I'm going crazy
They said that I'm not changing
I came from the block to blueprint
I know it like I'm Jay Z
I came from the mud
J’s in the mud
Choppin the drugs daily
I think that I'm going crazy
I pray that the Lord save me

Word
Pistols on my belt
Crystals on my scale, yeah huh
My bitch, she just bailed
Bitches on my cell, yeah huh
Roll another cone
Fuck it call them over, yeah
Tell that bitch I'm over that
Sippin, we ain't sobered up
Getting the top
Kennedy shot
I get so lost in my thoughts
Thinkin’ ‘bout guap
Mobbin’ the block
Gutter still slangin’ the rocks
Think about what I've become
Niggas ain't wishing me well
Fuck it I do myself
Weathered the storm, I prevailed
I don't wanna wait no more
I been patient for it
I got a painting for them it's all crack
Been divorcing all those demonic forces
I been poppin corks and all that
Two women on me like I'm wearing Kappa
Eating shrooms ‘till we hit Nirvana
Only way I know to numb the pain
Running from it ‘till I hit Atlanta
I just wanna live the dream, yeah
Get the bag ‘n get the beamer
Skrrtn’ off every evening
Where she at, I never seen her
Ghost

They say that boy crazy
They say that boy crazy
They say that boy crazy
They say that boy crazy

They said that that boy's crazy
They said that that boy's crazy
They said that that boy's crazy
They said that that boy's crazy

Hold up
Enter that void with me
Access that library
Inside your mind
Realize your Destiny's Child now
Now bye, Kelly, I'm flying by you like binary code
I know the road that we walking on lonely
They don't wanna see up
By those palm trees
They don't wanna see us stars
We want that flossy

Bitch, I got lost with the Carhartt shirt in the dirt
Had the dank laced fuck a O.E
Had the Alizé and the Henny
Had the yay handy and the dank OG
Annie, Annie are you ok?
Tell them pussy niggas go sleep
Annie, Annie are you ok?
Tell them I'm strapped like Gibeau jeans
Annie, I'm back to the old me
A whole lot of things that I owe me
A whole lot of things you showed me, holding it close
Just like the toast, cosey
Wait, wait, wait, wait…