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Crazy People

 

Crazy People

(album: Southern Discomfort - 2000)


Sitting on the corner of 33rd and utter hell
You ain't killed nobody today, but I ain't well
Hanging up on strippers, working on my 3rd bottle of liquor
You smelling like cat litter, still bitter
Walk around the earth stressed
I've been bugging since I fell out of my mothers dress
I guess, I'll have another panic attack
It's always darkest right before it's pitch black

World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same
And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game
How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face
But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet
So ya'll better give me some praise

I'm mood swinging like a wrecking ball
Knockin out a wall and I don't got a gun
So I'm shooting birds at ya'll
And it piss me off more that you don't fall
I oughta take a ball of C4 to the mall

Looking out the window and the world calls me a chump
Smoking a cig at the gas pump
Hey you wanta' bump
Excuse me sir, can you spare a buck of two
Fuck you mother fucker, I need liquor too
The worlds a cess pool and I'm a piece of shit
Stomach hanging out my mouth when I'm blowin grits
I'm like a rat inside the wheel and it's played out
Driving off a cliff, smoke a spliff on the way down
Can't get a bitch, all of them are gay now
Hey pal, got the time? Does anybody really know?
Man, ya'll done lost ya'll mind
Well, so has everybody else
We're just cutting in line

World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same
And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game
How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face
But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet
So ya'll better give me some praise

And how am I suppose to walk
And how am I suppose to talk
And how am I suppose to live
When I ain't gotta damn thang to give
(Repeat)

Hey you wanna get a 50 piece, nah
Me neither
You ever wanna kill a cop, nah
Me neither
Ever contemplated suicide, nah
Me neither
You ever wanna run through a mall with an M16
Yelling kill em all, nah
Me neither
You ever wanna swerve into the oncoming lane
Leaving nothing but body parts, wrecked cars and brains, nah
Well, me neither

World full of crazy people and I guess I'm on in the same
And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game
How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face
But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet
So ya'll better give me some praise

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