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Dead Poets Project - Crazy Lyrics



Dead Poets Project - Crazy Lyrics




Good year
Good weed
And some good memories
Lotta pain
Washed away
With pulls from the Hennessy
Making all this music
But I doubt they'll remember me
A dude from the woods
Now its saint Paul 7th st.
End wars
Make peace
Pen - pad
Dank - leaves
Hoping that I fade away
Mo-dank - day dream
Chillin on the couch
Think the worlds bout to break me
I'm not giving up
But ya better not thank me
Eyes red as satan
And Vernacular'a shaggy
Brought up in trailer parks
Internets laggy
Land of the lakes
But you shopping at Macy's
Get out the house
Before ya mind goes crazy

Crazy
Loco, mad, and disturbed
That's on a daily
I be straight losing my mind
An i find it quite amazing
How my thoughts can paint pictures
Tell stories, make mazes
Yell hurry, skip bases
Feel worry, trip painless
Yeah
Its sort of an anomaly
The trail of bread crumbs
Looking like the bowl bottom be
Scattered everywhere
Like a true stoned philosophy
No signs appear
Of intellectual monogamy
Subconsciously
I rapid fire with apologies
My thoughts mad potent and fluid
Like bodily
Godly i live my days enlightened
In the cut rolling up (My) broccoli
Shouts out DRAM and Yachty g
Obviously
We balls deep like cannons
Firing over seas, Jimmy key in heaven
Long call machine,
The second of manning's
And y'all tell Aflack
He was the bomb in Phantoms
Born crazy

Moved to the Paul
They appalled I recall
Over summer winter fall
Lot of y'all never called
So the Moder gone evolve
Some wanna block me out
Until I'm up over the wall
Then nothin to say at all
Some of them ain't even writing their verses
Steal em from another artist
For some hype but they nervous
Somebody gone expose em
F*ckin' right they deserve it
Learn from them motha f*ckas
Get the hype when ya earned it but
What do I know
They only see a white boy when they look
Until they hear the way I write flow
Sing work too
By now they mind's woke
By then I'm gone so they callin me the asshole
They wanna follow then trailing me on my road
Son you ain't grown not my kid
You my zygote
Dealt with the bullshit through the a-z's
Moder outta here
Either way still crazy
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Good year
Good weed
And some good memories
Lotta pain
Washed away
With pulls from the Hennessy
Making all this music
But I doubt they'll remember me
A dude from the woods
Now its saint Paul 7th st.
End wars
Make peace
Pen - pad
Dank - leaves
Hoping that I fade away
Mo-dank - day dream
Chillin on the couch
Think the worlds bout to break me
I'm not giving up
But ya better not thank me
Eyes red as satan
And Vernacular'a shaggy
Brought up in trailer parks
Internets laggy
Land of the lakes
But you shopping at Macy's
Get out the house
Before ya mind goes crazy

Crazy
Loco, mad, and disturbed
That's on a daily
I be straight losing my mind
An i find it quite amazing
How my thoughts can paint pictures
Tell stories, make mazes
Yell hurry, skip bases
Feel worry, trip painless
Yeah
Its sort of an anomaly
The trail of bread crumbs
Looking like the bowl bottom be
Scattered everywhere
Like a true stoned philosophy
No signs appear
Of intellectual monogamy
Subconsciously
I rapid fire with apologies
My thoughts mad potent and fluid
Like bodily
Godly i live my days enlightened
In the cut rolling up (My) broccoli
Shouts out DRAM and Yachty g
Obviously
We balls deep like cannons
Firing over seas, Jimmy key in heaven
Long call machine,
The second of manning's
And y'all tell Aflack
He was the bomb in Phantoms
Born crazy

Moved to the Paul
They appalled I recall
Over summer winter fall
Lot of y'all never called
So the Moder gone evolve
Some wanna block me out
Until I'm up over the wall
Then nothin to say at all
Some of them ain't even writing their verses
Steal em from another artist
For some hype but they nervous
Somebody gone expose em
F*ckin' right they deserve it
Learn from them motha f*ckas
Get the hype when ya earned it but
What do I know
They only see a white boy when they look
Until they hear the way I write flow
Sing work too
By now they mind's woke
By then I'm gone so they callin me the asshole
They wanna follow then trailing me on my road
Son you ain't grown not my kid
You my zygote
Dealt with the bullshit through the a-z's
Moder outta here
Either way still crazy
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Writer: Cole Oksa, Ryan Adams, Zachary Moder
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Dead Poets Project
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Cole Oksa, Ryan Adams, Zachary Moder

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