Samantha Leah feat. Raaq - CRAZY

OMG

I'm so sick of the hate
I'm so sick of the pain
I'm so sick of pretending I'm something I ain't
I'm so sick of the fighting

So sick of the struggles
So sick of the handouts
And phony I love yous
What do I gotta do to be great

Get the fuck out my face, oh
I do not like these fancy clothes
I do not like these petty hoes
I do not like when people stare

I do not like you if you care
I do not like to fall in love
I'd way much rather fall in lust
I do not like to gain your trust

Cause I'll fuck it up
I do not like when people judge
The way I am by how I look
I do not like when people fuck me over

Now look what you've done
I do not like what I've become
I'll tear your heart out just for fun
I'll fuck you good and then I'll run

Oh my god and oh my god I think I'm losing it
Oh my god and oh my god I think I'm losing it
Oh my god and oh my god I think I'm losing it
Oh my god and oh my god I think I'm

I think oh my oh my god I think I'm losing myself
Oh my oh my god I think I'm losing myself
Oh my oh my god I think I'm losing myself
I think I'm losing myself

I think I'm losing myself yeah

I've been micro dosing LSD to keep my fucking chi
Feel the weight of gravity so please don't bother me
Pardon me, bled right out the window

Wet in my mind cause I've been so mental
Even suicide don't feel so sinful
Trust no friends, I got no kinfolk went to whips
I do my dirt, empty clips right through your shirt

Wet the block you let it squirt
All because I'm feeling hurt, I feel deranged
I feel insane, so honestly I feel the same
Blessings if I feel the pain, sometimes I don't feel a thing

Rare chandeliers in my motherfucking brain
Where's Lorraine? I'm taking Hennessy right to the vein
If the shoe fits, hope you motherfuckers wear that bullshit
Call me alcoholic, I deny while sipping two fifths

Spitting like I'm toothless and don't know where the hoop is
Bet I raise the stakes like this motherfucking Ruth Chris
I do this, you doesn't, I'm cool, brick and substance
Cool with the musket, get blew through your stomach

Oh my god and oh my god I think I'm losing it
Oh my god and oh my god I think I'm losing it
Oh my god and oh my god I think I'm losing it
Oh my god and oh my god I think I, I think

Oh my, oh my god, I think I'm losing myself
Oh my, oh my god, I think I'm losing myself
Oh my, oh my god, I think I'm losing myself
I think I'm losing myself, I think I'm losing myself

Credits
Writer(s): Raaqim Washington
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