Crazy Stupid

[Intro] Yeah, this is, the third time that I've died I'm dead But it's okay [Verse 1] I walk into the club Slap bitches and whacking girly Just for fun, I rub my eyes 'til my vision swirly I'm lost ,but my style is fat, like Herley Sherley Headed to the city get pulled over by Berkeley It must have been the donuts, that makes the cops go nuts March twenty-second, went crazy and gave no fucks You turn up rappers need to save some pussy for the rest of us Diss the drugs and now my mind on another level, trust I'm Jesus Christ without the cross, I'm a boss My last name is Salad cos they know I get it tossed I spit a bunch of dumb words and hope the hoes like it I believe my mind's enlightened leaving whack emcees frightened [Bridge] There's a black hole in my mind Where there's nothing is where I want to be Come and chill with me There's a black hole in my mind Where there's nothing is where I want to be Come and chill with me There's a black hole in my mind [Verse 2] Cos I'm living in the end zone Chilling with my headphones Break my brother out hole so he can get home I don't know what is happening Except for this rapping thing I used to take it slow, but my life is moving rapidly Second after second, instead of day by day I wish you gave a fuck about what I say This the type of shit you play and wonder why you like me Hitting bitches with my writing cos I don't take no lightly I slowly stepped back and forgot those who knew me I took a new identity under the name, Dewey The sun is Reese, and my nigga moon is Malcolm Your bitch is always wrong Hit her with the Captain Falcon Punch Eating words for lunch, I got a hunch that the world is out to get me Got evidence, but not much I see this empty notepad And know that if I hold back, I'll never go back [Hook] Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm just stupid Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm just stupid Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm just stupid Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm just stupid [Verse 3] Maybe I'm both Maybe that's not the case Ask me if I care, by looking into my face Cool story bro Your girl has never heard me flow But if she ever got the chance, then maybe you should worry more You heard me from a distance I hope you keep your distant In an instant, I throw a bitch fit, on my pimp shit My therapist, is the biggest fan of my rants Never sugarcoat the truth, that's how you get the ants [Verse 4] New approach, new games, and new coach I'll pass on the roach Just hand me emcees I can roast Z double O Without a trouble flow I keep it subtle, though and lowkey Like undercover hoes Under those reasons, that I never visit Fuck all your songs, bruh I'd rather hear the crickets So, fuck all your tickets and girls that let you hit Rap, you need to quit it And understand your limits [Verse 5] Most cats ain't with it cos this road is too rigid Maybe if you stopped being a dumbass You'd get it Next day's the test day, write raps instead of essays Most cats won't stand for nothing like you at the gym on leg day I'm too cool for segways, too whack to get paid I got half a blunt, and got hoes Let's trade But let's say, I can make music and never work? Sounds awesome Call all the hoes you know that can twerk [Outro] And let's make videos And write whack lyrics Hit the blunt and cheer up, Buttercup That's the spirit Let's make it rain on the tricks That get sick sucking dick And put it on the internet Cos that's my shit And let's make videos And write whack lyrics Hit the blunt and cheer up, Buttercup That's the spirit Let's make it rain on the tricks That get sick sucking dick And put it on the internet Cos that's my shit