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jl of b. hood - crazy lyrics

[intro]
maybe it’s the…reefer (x4)

[hook]
maybe it’s the reefer that i’m smoking got me feeling like they coming for me, like they coming for me
as the world is turning got me feeling like the whole world is turning on me, like they turning on me
they tryna’ hold me down while i’m coming for the top where they don’t want me to be, where they don’t want me to be
but maybe i’m crazy, maybe i’m crazy, but maybe i’m crazy, maybe i’m crazy

[verse 1]
h-lla n-ggas be on some jeffin sh-t
now that i’m moving up like the jeffersons really i’m a loner to be alone is my preference
now with these n-ggas gotta have a reference they devilish agenda will end up backfiring on em’ in a matter of time
from watching my own behind i’m stopping plotting on mine they rotten but i’ll be fine
that is if it ain’t all just in my mind
this marijuana i’m chiefing make me go debrief the deacon bout what i’m thinking bout demons and breathing beef seeking heathens the preachers not who they seem and the scriptures written in parables
got me wondering if the translation was terrible
what is up with the looks they give me and why they pretending from me see really for them to think i’m ignorant is hysterical
acting so innocent animosity building and it’s a given eventually it’ll become unbearable got me thinking maybe…

[hook]

[verse 2]
lonely, depressed and angry
slowly regressing baby
solely investigating [?] impression maybe i’m only imaginating
homies i had are hating
phony and aggravated
bothly just fascinating on me then elaborating
i only have remaining, a few i’m gravitating toward the rest are faded
holding whats in the sign, for me and say that i’m
only dreaming of demons, rolling for columbine
so americanized, obsessed with knives and 9’s in this wicked [?] beyond and buy your mind
for this and now you’re not
will never tie your knot with satan that is the sake of the way that higher plot
the stress is, really all about where your head is when you in this h-llish cellar, feeling like helen keller
it’s k!lled or be k!ller be real and really be iller feel the familiar envious spirit of n-ggas got me thinking h-lla crazy

[hook]

[verse 3]
now what has the weed man sold me? is this only my paranoia controls me? maybe it’s in my head, should i sleep it off instead?
maybe the enemy is asleep with me in my bed
is she, thinking bout’ k!lling me? maybe she really is
probly’ because she don’t believe anything that i said how many n-ggas i beef with are plotting to see me dead
they chase me in my dreams and its seems i can’t move my legs, is it
suicide smoking all of these cigarettes if i die from a cancer when i get to the gates will they let me in? hmm…
i don’t know, ya’ll waiting to see me blow and i ain’t talking bout’ music i mean like losing control, i’m close
to the edge, the ledge touching my toes
soldiers leave me alone cause’ there isn’t any hope, i’m going all the way crazy and i don’t know how to cope
just give me something to smoke, sh-t, on that note… (maybe it’s the reefer)

[hook]

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