Crazy

Oh my god, this is my song Am I crazy Ok, this letter's from Jeff from Nashville Said he met a chick last year, mad chill Kept it all 100, couple dates, getting mad real Then she flipped the switch, always screaming, need an Advil See, her family from Boca, estoy muy loca Cause she live for the party, lined up on that coca More cray 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 Didn't really have much to say, maybe she's starstruck Now you gotta tell me your name, now what's your number Should've known right when she say, Sorry for partying Why you gotta be crazy In your head Why you gotta be crazy In my bed Why you gotta be crazy Out yo mind Why you gotta be crazy, crazy all the time I'm not crazy I'm talking batshit, it's tragic See, the first time we met it's like magic, a bad chick Now I gotta tell her Listen, ho but that's it She was broke from the first time I smashed it So I rolled up to the club, my dojo Met 4 tonight, they all 4 loco You know them girls try breaking up the band Well, yeah, we call them hoes Yoko's Oh no you don't, quit grabbing my phone She sucked in my help and without his Patron But just because they was in my pic Doesn't mean they had the pleasure being on my dick Just sitting at at home for a cell phone ring Fuck a cell phone, yeah, I know you waiting for a ring It's the same story but we never get it straight Yeah, I used to call her Becky now we miscommunicate Why you gotta be crazy In your head Why you gotta be crazy In my bed Why you gotta be crazy Out yo mind Why you gotta be crazy, crazy all the time So not crazy Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy Wait, stop Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy Wait, stop Whatever Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy Wait, stop Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy Wait, stop Just tell me I'm not crazy Why you gotta be crazy In your head Why you gotta be crazy In my bed Why you gotta be crazy Out yo mind Why you gotta be crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy So crazy Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy Met her on a flight to LA, we didn't talk much Wait, stop Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy Didn't really have much to say, maybe she's starstruck Wait, stop Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy Now you gotta tell me your name, now what's your number Wait, stop Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy Should've known right when she say Wait, stop I hate you