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 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' 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 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

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

Prolly sell your butt for a buck and some change

Someone tell me what the fucks up with the game, yeah

Quit playin' mottherfucker, die go to hell

Kill Shotgun Shane with his own shotgun shell

Anything you put out don’t sell

You 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 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 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