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letra de crazy - braidz mc

[intro: sampled “vaas – farcry 3”]
alright, did i ever tell you the definition of insanity?

[verse: braidz]
ayo these last two years have been toy as f-ck
it seems my friend group’s been destroyed by drugs
work place asking if i want employment, plus
i’m always fighting with my chick like i’m annoyed by love
a few of my pets have died and uni’s getting stressful
i’ve got no time to do any of my music ’cause my heads full
dad stabbed me, left mum’s, wishing death would hurry up
’cause it feels like my day’s are a long drag – funny car
nothing left inspiring so who would want to do rap’s
before they even b-mp it crew’s snap and say this dude’s wack
so i forget, sorry, now i’m chasing me a new chance
even though i’ve done it for myself and not my few fans
feels like i got a few laps before hanging up the boot straps
spat all my punches my tooth’s cracked, i need new caps
but nothing has fitted i’ll snapback get stuck in the system
time to make my disc blast like ya’ cutting with krillin
but you say…

[hook: sampled “sam smith – i’m not the only one” & braidz]
you say i’m crazy
(yeah they say i’m crazy)
’cause you don’t think i know what you’ve done
(they don’t think i know)
but when you call me baby
(call me a baby)
i know i’m not the only one
(i’m not the only one, nah)

[verse: braidz]
they say that death’s scary, i feel living is more
sh-t, i don’t even know i want to spit any more
’cause to think i have it locked down is a criminal thought
i fell the f-ck off the noise i drop relates to pins on the floor
and my head’s so f-cked it’s like i’m never not in crisis
when my bomb blow’s i’ll be deadlier than isis
feel at home when i’m high – i put my tenancy in pipes, kid
who’d have thought as a youngin’ i never would have liked it
i’m a conjoined twin to weed if we’re keeping it real i’m
sp-ced out – living in the 60’s on a trip with some neil guy
i’m real fried but if i quit i’ll end up quitting myself
but slowly it’s crept up and given hits to my health
most nights i sit by myself and try to write
but find that my mind has died so i light a pipe
i’ve been writing generic tracks, but the rhyming isn’t bad
just my mind is in a bag i think i finally understand
why they say…

- braidz mc

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