Crazy Ain't It
Yeah, I'm fresh on site
Yeah, I'm fresh on site (Riding)
Yeah, I'm fresh on site
Riding
Yeah, I'm fresh on site
Riding
Riding the beat like it's foreign
On Xmas ain't the only time they gon' call me as gifted
And I love the east, I'm from Boston
And Lisbon on the other side, got no problems with Westerns, ah!
Shows gonna scream when I get inside
Hoes gonna-- heh, I'm sorry, I meant
Girls gonna cream when I get inside (Hah!)
Tell me what to do? I'm Phineas, you can't decide
Objective, mine
Take your main and get the side
Cash payment, all rap aside
Diss me, waterpark, I let it slide
(How the fuck do you keep hating on this shit?)
But guys that got the hate and they twirl at me, they can front in arenas
And I congratulate any girl with me cuz they been fucking a genius (True)
But I'm actually a really sentimental guy
But that don't mean I'm enemy-free
Sellouts wanna have the public and the fucking revolution televised
Li-like have the bets over
I can't hear you, I'm a fan of Beethoven
Call me to your spot and you gon' have the best over
I'm a therapist soldier
I'mma get the can opened, matter 'fact, open up, okay
Okay, I'm fresh on site, had to flex tonight
My old bitch, she tight
My new bitch white, and she not my type
But that pussy tight
That's crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
Crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Say you working hard, you ain't on yo job, nigga
Oh my God, chasing money while you out here chasing broads
Now dawg, that's crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
Crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
(Palm Trees Studios)
Oh, it's me now?)
(Hmhm)
Feeling like Pac on the juice
I know that it's crazy, I run it up daily
You want it then pay me, I'll wrap up a book
I'm kind of addicted to dopamine
So I'm looking for pleasures the song will bring
All my songs a reflection of broader things,
This is not for the birds but they outta sing
I just think that it's crazy
All I do is just write and they hating
All the while I have tried to be patient
But they always denying my cadence but I stay with the stick like I'm Asian
But they way that they talk is degrading, I'm going ape shit while I
Strategize to stay I alive, I gotta dive
I gotta strive to get it right in my mind
I'm on the road, I'm in the road
Playing J Cole while I drive
Left hand in the steering wheel while I'm holding a blunt on the right
I know that it's probably not really right
Drinking and driving, I'm dying tonight
I'm also just smoking it up the boys, the blood on my hands is as red as my eyes
So I'm fresh on site, had to flex tonight (woo, woo!)
My old bitch, she tight
My new bitch white, and she not my type
But that pussy tight
That's crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
Crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Say you working hard, you ain't on yo job, nigga
Oh my God, chasing money while you out here chasing broads
Now dawg, that's crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
Crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Yeah, I'm fresh on site (Riding)
Yeah, I'm fresh on site
Riding
Yeah, I'm fresh on site
Riding
Riding the beat like it's foreign
On Xmas ain't the only time they gon' call me as gifted
And I love the east, I'm from Boston
And Lisbon on the other side, got no problems with Westerns, ah!
Shows gonna scream when I get inside
Hoes gonna-- heh, I'm sorry, I meant
Girls gonna cream when I get inside (Hah!)
Tell me what to do? I'm Phineas, you can't decide
Objective, mine
Take your main and get the side
Cash payment, all rap aside
Diss me, waterpark, I let it slide
(How the fuck do you keep hating on this shit?)
But guys that got the hate and they twirl at me, they can front in arenas
And I congratulate any girl with me cuz they been fucking a genius (True)
But I'm actually a really sentimental guy
But that don't mean I'm enemy-free
Sellouts wanna have the public and the fucking revolution televised
Li-like have the bets over
I can't hear you, I'm a fan of Beethoven
Call me to your spot and you gon' have the best over
I'm a therapist soldier
I'mma get the can opened, matter 'fact, open up, okay
Okay, I'm fresh on site, had to flex tonight
My old bitch, she tight
My new bitch white, and she not my type
But that pussy tight
That's crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
Crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Say you working hard, you ain't on yo job, nigga
Oh my God, chasing money while you out here chasing broads
Now dawg, that's crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
Crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
(Palm Trees Studios)
Oh, it's me now?)
(Hmhm)
Feeling like Pac on the juice
I know that it's crazy, I run it up daily
You want it then pay me, I'll wrap up a book
I'm kind of addicted to dopamine
So I'm looking for pleasures the song will bring
All my songs a reflection of broader things,
This is not for the birds but they outta sing
I just think that it's crazy
All I do is just write and they hating
All the while I have tried to be patient
But they always denying my cadence but I stay with the stick like I'm Asian
But they way that they talk is degrading, I'm going ape shit while I
Strategize to stay I alive, I gotta dive
I gotta strive to get it right in my mind
I'm on the road, I'm in the road
Playing J Cole while I drive
Left hand in the steering wheel while I'm holding a blunt on the right
I know that it's probably not really right
Drinking and driving, I'm dying tonight
I'm also just smoking it up the boys, the blood on my hands is as red as my eyes
So I'm fresh on site, had to flex tonight (woo, woo!)
My old bitch, she tight
My new bitch white, and she not my type
But that pussy tight
That's crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
Crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Say you working hard, you ain't on yo job, nigga
Oh my God, chasing money while you out here chasing broads
Now dawg, that's crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
Crazy ain't it?
Cra-- crazy ain't it?
That's-- that's crazy ain't it?
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Writer(s): Pedro Batista
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