Crazy

 

“Yo guys, bitches be crazy”

Bitches be crazy?

Now I’ve reclaimed that word,

but not for that purpose.

The way you sling it around,  

it’s making me kinda nervous

 

But hey, maybe it’s true,

Maybe I am crazy

Crazy for thinking you lied.

Crazy for asking around about you.

What do you have to hide?

Crazy for wanting commitment from you,

Babe, hookup culture’s gunna kill you inside.

 

You’re calling me crazy because I care too much for you

But maybe I’m just like that ’cause I don’t feel the love too.

Oh, and of course I’m crazy because I used the word “love” towards you.

“Woah, slow down, it hasn’t even been that long.

I don’t even know what love is,

babe, you’re coming on a little too strong.”

 

She wants a relationship? Must be crazy.

Wants to wake up next to you? Definitely crazy.

Wants to meet your family? Absitively posilutely crazy.

 

We’re crazy to turn left

Crazy to turn right

Crazy to try something wrong

Crazy to fight

Crazy no matter what we do

If it’s something that doesn’t agree with you.

 

Some days I feel like I’m crazy to leave the house.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Smile, baby, smile!”

“God bless you, Mami!”

“Oh, hot damn.”

“What that mouth do?”

“Oh, the things I would do to you.”

“No? Well, fuck you, bitch. You’re ugly anyway.”

 

And you say we’re the crazy ones?

Yeah… okay.