are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy, crazy) (Go ahead London) (Crazy, crazy) These are the things
a party Milo did the right thing and brought the ride The sound's too pissed now the party's live Tickets in effect, everything's sweet As I zoned in my bus, all
like you be with a nigga That?s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you
like baby powder You know what I mean? Those were the days right there Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy You know what I mean? You
You played the field like a tractor Scoped for greener pastures But you never have scored What you've never asked for Met someone who made me glow Passion
of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me?
4 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock, baby give me more Pick me up, pick me up, you are my Ducati All up on your frame, baby, say my name Show you how to get 'em, show you
figure out which girl will I pick ripping my heart, damaging my soul all these problems because of a little hole and recreation in a bed but Mona and Judy are
video games Tron or whatever, it didn't matter the name Thousands of my dollars, have been poured Into all types of games, tryin' to get the high score
and wavin' like you all that I'm not sweatin' you no matter who you are I didn't ask you to homie? I'm not a twinkle, twinkle little star Come on y'all I ain't no, yes you are
proper Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, who are you? beat it 'fore we take off make sure you all seated In billboard
movie starrin me, so far Chorus: repeat 2X Do you know where you're goin to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you
you but nine out of ten niggas wouldnt wanna be you rob him for his cash and spend it like B-diem(echo) Ah-yo the rap shit is ill kid you make mad dough
kid goes bad, yeah You built for innocence, you built for joy Suddenly evil's all that you enjoy But if you shoot at everyone you see Well, you can'
t you worry about th war Hey little Jessica, you just keep up with the score 'Cuz God closes windows Next thing you know He opens doors Hey little Suzie, you
that why I wear a big hat and roll weed gone if you don't know where you came or when you came all you know is weed and cocaine non believers no game
You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a Cuban Link to a fuckin' O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up
all before [Jay-z] i thought you ain't like rap you was deceiving me all you do all day is watch BET actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in