Crazy Songtext

Got an infection, the cycle of life just sucks
I bet when he die, she die, just because
They been together 60 years, that's what they call love
Paid for my first cousin wedding, over 200 grand
Then two kids and six years later, he's the wrong man
I woke up this morning, really wasn't feeling myself
Thought about suicide, but me, I ain't killing myself
My cousin Corey shot his girlfriend, then shot himself in the head
Before I shoot myself, I'm shooting everyone else kid
My head aching, my hands shaking, I'm sweating bullets
And it ain't even hot this bitch, I'm going through it
My mind playing tricks on me, I mean, shit homie
I might need a strait jacket fit for me

It feels like I'm going crazy
Nothing can save me
I'm always gon' through the haze
I can't stop staring out my window
Choppa and my pistol
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head
My favorite uncle Roc got twisted, ‘til that liquor gave him sugar
Had complications once or twice, that shit fucked up his liver
To me he’s still the man, cause see me, I still remember
That lil’ snorkel he bought me to stay warm that December
I was sleeping in the basement, the window had a draft
Even with the electric heater, I was freezing my ass
I got some money now, so if I die before him, I'ma leave it to him
He can have a fine nurse, put that insulin needle to him
Called my son twice, he ain't picking up the phone
And Banks, me and him don't even talk no more
You know 'cause of me, he ain't never have to sell crack
Never used no knife, or had to squeeze no strap
But if I go tonight, I bet you I'm hellbound
For cocaine distribution and letting off MAC rounds
Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house
Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out

It feels like I'm going crazy
Nothing can save me
I'm always gon' through the haze
I can't stop staring out my window
Choppa and my pistol
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head

Then I was in the second row
The second time Em married Kim
Looking at Proof like
"How much you think this gon' cost them?"
Feels like a set up, Shaniqua's being nice to me
I rather a nigga just put a knife in me
Than go through the emotions
The confusion and commotions
Never die down in my head, they keep going
It feels like I'm God's punching bag on occasions
Amazing, on other days I feel like I'm his favorite
I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade
When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade
My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch
Life without my old girl, I couldn't see that
My grandpa was the strongest
Then he broke down and I broke down
I looked around, like if shit go bad
Now who am I gon' go to now?
That was his partner, see he knew everything about her
Now he's saying he don't wanna live without her

It feels like I'm going crazy
Nothing can save me
I'm always gon' through the haze
I can't stop staring out my window
Choppa and my pistol
I'm going out of my head, he-he-head