This song is about going crazy
Losing your fucking mind
Staying out too many days at a time
Yeah, I'm staring down a dark tunnel and I can't see the light
Rats crawling everywhere, you know how they be at night
I got a gun in my hand and I gotta squeeze it tight
I'm trying to get out of here, no one said it's easy, right?
My stomach is queasy like, I got a fucking lump in my throat
More than a decade I'm searching and I'm hunting for hope
Soaking in alcohol, smoking, using something to cope
But how much water can you dump in your boat, before it sinks
My hijinks, made my eyes chink, pink when the lies stink
Pockets broke made me wanna rob things
Fuck this rap shit, my city's full of suicide kings
So from here on, this is now a do or die thing
I got a baby on the way, mad bills to pay
But I took too many god damn pills today
And I can't get out of this haze out of my bed
Can't get these sick thoughts out of my head
I'm going crazy
I got a baby on the way, mad bills to pay
But I took too many god damn pills today
And I can't get out of this haze out of my bed
Can't get these sick thoughts out of my head
I'm going crazy
I don't wanna talk shit, but this weed in my pocket
Is making me crazy, just throw me a straitjacket and lock it
I'm fueled like a rocket, the topic of conversation
Is I'm a little insane in the brain and I could spark it
Like a suicide bomber, homie I'm ready to bomb it
Adrenaline taking over, think I'm gonna vomit
But I can promise you one thing, I walk it like I talk it
If I shoot a comet at you, better hope that you can block it
Fuck it, I'm annoyed with some of these shitty rappers
Trying to turn the fucking lights out, just call me the clapper
'Cause homeboy is a poser, taking it so far
I put you on the corner where most of my hoes are
And you can make money for daddy, just don't be mad at me
But this is what happens any time you throw a jab at me
You can take a stab at me and really I feel maybe
It's time to put you away, homie I'm still crazy
And you can make money for daddy, just don't be mad at me
But this is what happens any time you throw a jab at me
You can take a stab at me and really I feel maybe
It's time to put you away, homie I'm still crazy
Lord forgive me, I'm surrounded by sin, insects crawling under my skin
Demons knocking at the door of my mind, I feel like letting them in
What you call drug dependency, I call setting a trend
I was always into drugs, just nobody caught me
I learned it from the best teachers my family taught me
I got knocked, went to trial, guess what that bought me
The aura of invincibility, you can't stop me
My great grandfather was a doctor, his son was a doctor
Soon as I found pussy I wanted to play doctor
In my middle school locker, I had a bottle of vodka
Took a shot at lunch time, sprayed my breath with Binaca
I'm no psycho, my shrink says I'm a sociopath
I enjoy prescription pills and blowing that grass
What you're calling big cash, I would throw in the stash
That weed you're saying's exotic, I throw in the trash
I got nothing to live for except a 40 cal slug
Waiting up in the barrel, I can take it in the mug
Everybody hates J, that don't phase me
I never learned karate but I know crazy
I got nothing to live for except a 40 cal slug
Waiting up in the barrel, I can take it in the mug
Everybody hates J, that don't phase me
I never learned karate but I know crazy
I wonder what it feels like to be dead
It's gotta be like a certain feeling right before you die
When you know you're dying
It's probably one of the illest, craziest, fucked
Up most feelings you'll ever feel in your life
But uh, you can never tell anybody what it is
'Cause you're all gone after that
I keep picturing myself dead, what I'm gonna look like when I'm dead
And it makes me feel alive
