Crazy Loco
Confined to these here four walls
Combined with this mental fall
Feel like I need some kind of essential install
Still I gotta be prudential with calls
Can't just talk to everyone and anyone
Smile when I see you but not having any fun
People trying to tell me that is mind over matter
Uncomplicated just like climbing a ladder
Feeling deserted as if I am in Nevada
Empty like these MC's that rhyme about nada
Said it meant it here to represent it
Always talking to my self they think that I am demented
Got a black matic rada tat tat it
Bout to run my head into the wall and it's not padded
Had it up to here with looking out the window
And when the wind blows I feel like Anglos and Gringos
Crazy
Digo que lo cura pregunto que locura
A punto de basura se pega y te lo jura
Que nunca le pago del grupo se separo
Y despues de la salida y la caida se paro
Pero aqui en mi manicomio solo hubo un matrimonio
Yo y mi letra dificil asi como polinomio
Pal demonio y que nunca mas regrese
A veces creo que a mi me sigue ese numero trece
En estas cuatro paredes la demencia procede
Sigo gastando el tiempo poco tiempo que me quede
Yo mismo me molesto yo mismo me protesto
Yo mismo me contesto y cada vez me e descompuesto
Para la calma necesito instrumentales
Lo unico que ayuda las facultades mentales
No hay regreso de hasta donde esto me a llevado
De mi mente sigo siendo preso y alienado
Loco
Combined with this mental fall
Feel like I need some kind of essential install
Still I gotta be prudential with calls
Can't just talk to everyone and anyone
Smile when I see you but not having any fun
People trying to tell me that is mind over matter
Uncomplicated just like climbing a ladder
Feeling deserted as if I am in Nevada
Empty like these MC's that rhyme about nada
Said it meant it here to represent it
Always talking to my self they think that I am demented
Got a black matic rada tat tat it
Bout to run my head into the wall and it's not padded
Had it up to here with looking out the window
And when the wind blows I feel like Anglos and Gringos
Crazy
Digo que lo cura pregunto que locura
A punto de basura se pega y te lo jura
Que nunca le pago del grupo se separo
Y despues de la salida y la caida se paro
Pero aqui en mi manicomio solo hubo un matrimonio
Yo y mi letra dificil asi como polinomio
Pal demonio y que nunca mas regrese
A veces creo que a mi me sigue ese numero trece
En estas cuatro paredes la demencia procede
Sigo gastando el tiempo poco tiempo que me quede
Yo mismo me molesto yo mismo me protesto
Yo mismo me contesto y cada vez me e descompuesto
Para la calma necesito instrumentales
Lo unico que ayuda las facultades mentales
No hay regreso de hasta donde esto me a llevado
De mi mente sigo siendo preso y alienado
Loco
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Writer(s): Vernal Harris
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