La Crazy
She just wanna party in LA
I wanna get naughty and get paid
Is that way too crazy
Do you think I'm crazy
She just wanna party all the time
Sex and drugs, one day I'll make you mine
Or am I too crazy
Do you think I'm crazy
What you need from me
Your eyes say you like what you see, honey
But she don't save nothing but a seat for me
Looking at me like prey, 'bout to kneel for me
Steal for me, kill for me
Can't walk in my shoes, can't heal for me
Poker face when she rude but she real funny
Gotta bag from the bluffs, she gone deal for me
Hold up
I'm on a roll like boulder dash
She at my neck like a shoulder pad
Ride till she die like a cul-de-sac
Only one way, ain't going back
Only one way, ain't no going
She take your heart if it's open
She on a wave like an ocean
She just wanna party in LA
I wanna get naughty and get paid
Is that way too crazy
Does that make me crazy
She just wanna party all the time (all the time)
Sex and drugs and bumps in all the lines (all the lines)
Or am I just crazy
Do you think I'm
She don't want love, she all about passion
She don't talk family, we just talk fashion
She don't want a sext tape, she about action
She wanna movie, she a Kardashian
Late night, she crashing in
Hang tight, lemme give you that aspirin
Whispering something ambient, wrapped in a pretty packaging
Accidents but you managed to handle with certain perfection
You certainly blessed with strength and a curvier essence
My earnest confession, head game on secret intelligence
Think you a felon, who you telling, gimme a second like
Turn her on like radios
Lemme match your frequents
Tryna see you on weekends, evening's, events, meetings
Holiday, dinner dates, seasons greetings
She my little demon but she love em then she leave 'em cause
She just wanna party in LA
I wanna get naughty and get paid
Is that way too crazy
Does that make me crazy
She just wanna party all the time
Sex and drugs and bumps in all the lines
Or am I just crazy
Do you think I'm
She just wanna party in La
Play me like a stereo, she got me blasted
Baby like way that you glow, isn't it magic
Hope she don't just dig for the gold, oh, that'd be tragic
Tell me something, open my souls, could you imagine
Play me like a stereo, she got me blasted
Hope you don't just dig for the gold, oh, that'd be tragic
Tell me something, open my souls, could you imagine
I wanna get naughty and get paid
Is that way too crazy
Do you think I'm crazy
She just wanna party all the time
Sex and drugs, one day I'll make you mine
Or am I too crazy
Do you think I'm crazy
What you need from me
Your eyes say you like what you see, honey
But she don't save nothing but a seat for me
Looking at me like prey, 'bout to kneel for me
Steal for me, kill for me
Can't walk in my shoes, can't heal for me
Poker face when she rude but she real funny
Gotta bag from the bluffs, she gone deal for me
Hold up
I'm on a roll like boulder dash
She at my neck like a shoulder pad
Ride till she die like a cul-de-sac
Only one way, ain't going back
Only one way, ain't no going
She take your heart if it's open
She on a wave like an ocean
She just wanna party in LA
I wanna get naughty and get paid
Is that way too crazy
Does that make me crazy
She just wanna party all the time (all the time)
Sex and drugs and bumps in all the lines (all the lines)
Or am I just crazy
Do you think I'm
She don't want love, she all about passion
She don't talk family, we just talk fashion
She don't want a sext tape, she about action
She wanna movie, she a Kardashian
Late night, she crashing in
Hang tight, lemme give you that aspirin
Whispering something ambient, wrapped in a pretty packaging
Accidents but you managed to handle with certain perfection
You certainly blessed with strength and a curvier essence
My earnest confession, head game on secret intelligence
Think you a felon, who you telling, gimme a second like
Turn her on like radios
Lemme match your frequents
Tryna see you on weekends, evening's, events, meetings
Holiday, dinner dates, seasons greetings
She my little demon but she love em then she leave 'em cause
She just wanna party in LA
I wanna get naughty and get paid
Is that way too crazy
Does that make me crazy
She just wanna party all the time
Sex and drugs and bumps in all the lines
Or am I just crazy
Do you think I'm
She just wanna party in La
Play me like a stereo, she got me blasted
Baby like way that you glow, isn't it magic
Hope she don't just dig for the gold, oh, that'd be tragic
Tell me something, open my souls, could you imagine
Play me like a stereo, she got me blasted
Hope you don't just dig for the gold, oh, that'd be tragic
Tell me something, open my souls, could you imagine
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Writer(s): Romelo Griffith
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