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Chamillionaire - Think I'm Crazy lyrics
Chours i ought to know who you are but you seem very nice so will you talk to me shall i tell u a story shall i tell you a dream they think i'm crazy they don't know our life is near Verse 1 See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her The name of my record company, she said "You a sanga" My name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer Oh, you that guy they talkin about when they be whisperin aint ya Bring ya name up when they talkin and say money will change ya I heard a lot about how you can't deal witchya anger Heard the rumors bout how you always in trouble or danger Not gonna judge you if it's true so there's no need to explain Cause ya do have a right to be, ya seem like ya nice ta me I'm bout to order me another drink, here, would you like a seat?(Yea) I tell the bartender send Hennesey on ice for me Her drink starts emptyin while she spillin out her life to me Tellin me about her goasl and how successful she would like to be Invitin me, into a session of her life and she Seems so damn innocent, but something isn't right to me She pulls out a picture phone "I got pics, would you like to see?" I'm thinkin she gotta be friendly as hell Givin her soul to me, it's like an identity sale We never met is the story that my memory tells Tellin me tales like she doesn't handle Hennesey well Gettin into it, gettin intimate, and into detail See I just met ya and ya showin me ya kids Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids Then who is in this picture? Man, lemme show you just who it is Chours i ought to know who you are but you seem very nice so will you talk to me shall i tell u a story shall i tell you a dream they think i'm crazy they don't know our life is near Verse 2 Um, I don't remember her name, but she looked like a angel Knew she wasn't from here, I knew that she didn't hanga Round the same part of the hood, but hey the story gets stranga Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain ya See, said she wasn't married, but the ring on her finger Told me that she was lyin and just usin the same ah Game I use on women so I couldn't even blame her Spittin the game I spit to em when I'm tryin to bang a I walked into this guy and he told me he used to know you He told me about the loyalty and the love he used to show you He said what he said with a passion like it was so true And took advantage of the fact that the listeners really didn't know you His picture's in my pocket book, almost got it, I'll show you Sheee digs in her purse and while she fumbles around To find that photo I'm like oh no, there's some trouble in town We turn around and see two officers comin in now They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down So close I could see they barrels of they guns to the ground So close that they could listen to either one of us now (shhhh) We turn back around and then she says "No need for whisperin" Then she tells me "I don't really give a damn who's listenin" Tried to make it last a long time was my mission And he kept on trippin and then I got pissed at him Hit him with my fist and them punches were never missin him Chours i ought to know who you are but you seem very nice so will you talk to me shall i tell u a story shall i tell you a dream they think i'm crazy they don't know our life is near Verse 3 Okay, let's get this straight Your man cheated on you and now You're talkin to a perfect stranger like it's makin ya proud And the rest of this conversation she's just tellin me how Wasn't her boyfriend in the pic, but a familiar smile She said pictures can be decieving like she knew he was foul Look closely and you'll see a coward who uses his smile as power Gleamin smoke screen, couldn't stand it another hour So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower What're you sayin? What do you mean? I couldn't tell you that I'm missin him I don't understand what you're sayin How'd you get rid of him? She dissin him as I ask her what it is she did to him She stops and I say "Eh, keep talkin I'm listenin" I don't wanna tell about the images I'm picturin Henny spillin and she tell me for real That the feelin that I was feelin Was that I wanted to kill him Somethin is wrong here And I know just who's the villian Her voice was gettin louder, the moral is gettin clearer The officers lookin at us, and I can tell they can hear her Told me it was protection, reached for it in the stash The plastic is what she grabbed and she put right on his ass Busted before the blast, she thought she was free at last "Baby I think you crazy I'm sorry, I'm pressin for time. I gotta go grind, times been interestin" Now I sweatin, I'm stressin, this girl got me guessin That this conversation is some type of evil confession She pulls a clearer picture it's my damn best ex-friend "How you know him?" She told me that she was wit em at his house watchin movies Sundays is when they be chillin And that's exactly the day that the hospital came to get him The feelin was the worse feelin she possibly could be feelin Stood up, and then I yelled out "Why the hell did you kill him?" I didn't kill him I have AIDS She had sex with em And that's crazy |
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