I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
system) And I'm wondering if it's worth me holding on Said my mind's gone half crazy cause I can't leave you alone (Can't get you out of my system) And
gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system
Then go back Head there Decide I cooked a [unverified] right down I tell you children I can lay right down I say parking tickets you're crazy, I don'
told me take an occupation or you lose your mind And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime 3D Box clever, watch your sister come together Crazy
dangers Friends and enemies are contagious I, I, I was lookin' back to see If you were lookin' back at me To see me lookin' back at you Lucky deepest crazy
What is the system that gets around? Recruits hearts with its timeless rhythm The young glow but old men know It's all a part of some crazy schism Comin
the city and be but a trace Just a vanished ghost and your legacy All the things you knew, science, mathematics, thought Severely weakened like irrigation systems
We talkin' 'bout Devils, devils Man, it's payback, for all da months dat I laid back For all da blunts dat had me lazy and crazy It's drama time, I'm
feeling kinda crazy All I want is somethin' from my lady Say you got me on that Hen dog 'Cuz I'm tired of askin' you what's wrong And I'm feeling kinda crazy
It's the Diggy Diggy Doc, y'all, pumpin' it yes, y'all D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP
it long As the funk pump through my Benz truck Now you know you don't own a Benz Yes, I do and chrome's the trim Black with a system When it's hittin
Hey baby, bring me something to drink in here Please sit down and watch a little TV Yo they comin', it's crazy but I know it they comin' Maybe, not lately
Yeah Gangsta What That gangsta Yeah That gangsta On the tips E.I I was forced to live the crazy life Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like
Every time I look up He be slidin' through in the F one fifty pickup On them things shinin' with the crazy bangin' system Laid back reclinin' with his
don't fuck it raw man Pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going And if you got beef, I turn into a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the crazy life
(Make it hot) The world is mine, can't you see (Make it hot) I'm just trying to be all I can be Ohh, yeah When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
shit G, whats up dont babysit that, you better pass the joint nigga stop hittin, cuz you know you got asthma, crack the 40 open homie and guzzel it, cuz i know the weed in my system