Текст песни Crazy White Boy - Adam Calhoun

What is this?
I can′t feel my fuckin' face
Oh, yeah

We can get it on, who want war?
I′m so fucked up in this place, I can't feel my face, my face
You can call the law, they ain't gonna come
I′m so fucked up in this place, I can′t feel my face, my face

I'm crazy, all my people crazy
I′m crazy, all my people crazy
Run and get your gun, son you don't want none
I′m so fucked up in this place, I can't feel my face, my face

One year three number one albums
Still gotta deal with this fuck shit
I did more in one year than you did in your career
I never seen so many dudes suck dick
I bet you feel real safe typin′ all this shit on Facebook
But I don't ever see your face in public
And if I do all of a sudden now you wanna be buddies
That's funny, weren′t you talkin′ that tough shit?

Click-bang motherfucker, I don't play no games
Crazy white boy David Ray, Alex King
Made a lane, paved a way, then I can′t get a flame
Went state to state now everybody knows the name
Let it rain
Fuck Haystack let him hang
Turn it up, let it bang, what the fuck were you sayin'?

Okay, I′m so numb to this game
I'm so numb to this game
Everywhere I go on the road every show
I feel like I′m losin' myself to my soul
People come and go just so they can see me on stage
I feel like I'm locked in a cage

Man I miss the days, workin′ nine to five for some pay
Feel like I′m 'bout to go crazy
Keep my boots laced, tryna keep pace
Movin′ so fast that I can't move my face

We can get it on, who want war?
I′m so fucked up in this place, I can't feel my face, my face
You can call the law, they ain′t gonna come
I'm so fucked up in this place, I can't feel my face, my face

I′m crazy, all my people crazy
I′m crazy, all my people crazy
Run and get your gun, son you don't want none
I′m so fucked up in this place, I can't feel my face, my face

Another year, another number one album
Another album that you can′t fuck with (fuck with)
These people wanna see me fail, they end up in jail
But I'm still here, so I guess it′s tough shit
Dudes I've never heard of 'til the mentioned my name
Try to catch a buzz from attention to fame
Covers like a butt for a buck and some change

Someone tell me what the fucks up with the game, yeah
Quick playin′ motherfucker, die, go to hell
Kill Shotgun Shane with his own shotgun shell
Anything you put out not gon′ sell
You'd be better off with a job at Taco Bell

I′m on top of the game, lookin' down, pick a name
Make sure they never see the light of day
They talk a good one, but they ain′t what they say
If I catch you at the light, bet the fuck you run away
It's game time, all these rappers are fucked
I′m the king of talkin' shit and then backin' it up

I give a fuck what you got in the back of the truck
I got a Colt 45 and a .38 snub, what′s up?
I don′t care about catchin' a case
The way I feel right now, man, I′m about to go cray
Keep my boots laced, tryna keep pace
Movin' so fast I can′t feel my face

We can get it on, who want war?
I'm so fucked up in this place, I can′t feel my face, my face
You can call the law, they ain't gonna come
I'm so fucked up in this place I can′t feel my face, my face

I′m crazy, all my people crazy
I'm crazy, all my people crazy
Run and get your gun, son you don′t want none
I'm so fucked up in this place, I can′t feel my face, my face