Oh my god, this is my song
Am I crazy?
Okay, this letter's from Jeff from Nashville
Said he met a chick last year, mad chill
Kept it all 100, couple dates, gettin' mad real
Then she flipped the switch, so much screamin' need an Advil
See her family from Boca, estoy muy loca
She live for the party, lined up on that coca
More cray by the day though she love me
She ain't good at doin' much but she good at spendin' money, like
Met her on the flight to LA
We didn't talk much
Didn't really have much to say
Maybe she's star-struck
Girl, you gotta tell me your name
And what's your number
Should've know right when she said,
«Sorry for partyin'»
Why you gotta be crazy
In your head
Why you gotta be crazy
In my bed
Why you gotta be crazy
Out your mind
Why you gotta be crazy, crazy
All the time
«I'm not crazy»
I'm talkin' batshit, it's tragic
See the first time we met it's like magic, a bad chick
Now, I gotta tell her, «Listen, hoe» but that's it
She was broke from the first time I smashed it
So I rolled up to the club, my dojo
Met four tonight, they all Four Loco
You know them girls try breakin' up the band
Well, yeah, we call them hoes «yokos»
Oh, no, you don't, quit grabbin' my phone
See, something might happen with all this Patron
Just because it was in my pics
Doesn't mean they had the pleasure of bein' on my dick
Just sittin' at her home 'fore her cellphone ring
Fuck a cell phone
Girl, I know you waitin' for a ring
It's the same story but we never get it straight
Man, I used to call her Becky, now she Miscommunicate
Why you gotta be crazy?
In your head
Why you gotta be crazy?
In my bed
Why you gotta be crazy?
Out your mind
Why you gotta be crazy, crazy?
All the time
«So not crazy»
[2x:]
Go crazy [2x]
Oh, wait, stop
«Whatever»
[2x:]
Go crazy [2x]
Oh, wait, stop
«Just tell me I'm not crazy»
Why you gotta be crazy?
In your head
Why you gotta be crazy?
In my bed
Why you gotta be crazy?
Out your mind
Why you gotta be crazy, crazy?
Crazy, crazy
«So crazy»
Go crazy
Met her on the flight to LA
We didn't talk much
Didn't really have much to say
Maybe she's star-struck
Girl, you gotta tell me your name
And what's your number
Should've know right when she said
Oh, wait, stop
«I hate you»