prod 2hollis
Mix: Trayer Tryon
Crazy, crazy, crazy, cray, cray, cray, cray
Crazy, crazy-y
I know that your friends all hate me
I don’t give a fuck I’m way to lazy
And I can see they’re full of envy
Its funny cause you think this real but I’m faking
And its all made of plaster baby
I drive you crazy, I know that you hate it
And I blew up the black Mercedes
It’s getting hazy, feel like I’m fainting
And its all made of plaster baby (baby, baby)
I drive you crazy, I know that you hate it (hate it-it-it-it)
And I blew up the black Mercedes (Mercedes, uh)
It’s getting hazy, feel like I’m fainting
We go up up, we go up up
We get stuck stuck, no we don’t get no luck
I don’t trust (trust, trust) I don’t trust you
I know that you’re a stick in the mud
Im getting upset, prospect reject, trust that
Love that, I love that, you know that I love that
I running out of fun running from what I become
It’s all been said and done, light the fire b-b-burn it up
B-b-burn it up -u-u-u-u-u, u-u-u-u
Ah-ah-ahh-uh
G-g-girl I need you-u-u
Girl I need you, girl I need you-u-u
You’re so see-through-u-u-u-u-u-u, u-u-u-u
We-we ran out of bad-bad luck-uck-uck (Pla-plaster)
we just got that good stuff-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Pla-plaster what she made of (uhuh)
Made of uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
(a-a-a-a-a) And its all made of plaster baby
I drive you crazy, I know that you hate it-it-it-it
And I blew up the black Mercedes
It’s getting hazy, feel like I’m fainting
And its all made of plaster baby (baby, baby)
I drive you crazy, I know that you hate it (hate it-it-it-it)
And I blew up the black Mercedes (Mercedes, uh)
It’s getting hazy, feel like I’m fainting
I know that your friends all hate me-me-me-me-me friends all hate me
And I can see they’re full of envy-y-y-y-y-y of envy
And its all made of plaster baby-y-y-y-y plaster baby
Its funny cause you think this real but I’m faking, cause you think this real but I’m fa-e-e-e-e-e