Going Crazy

Fame, fame, fame I think it's got me goin' crazy Oh, oh I get lost in this game, game, game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers Oh, oh Keep speaking my name, name, name You gon' have reason to hate me Yeah It's like you don't want me to win So this time I'm goin' in! This the life of a rocker Jägermeister and vodka Hoppin' off of the club's balcony Into the crowd, surfin' And when they drop me, I'm randomly sockin' fans And when my interviews in hockey masks Slap the journalists on their ass I'm high off speed Drivin' my car at high speed Pocket full of weed, while lesbians swallow E I'm in the studio ignant My engineer gon' call police I fell asleep on the soundboard and get us songs for weeks LSD be all up in my head Giving thanks to Grateful Dead Bustin' in the air, with 30 bitches up in my bed I'm kickin' 'em out naked, and this December Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it I can't remember Fame, fame, fame I think it's got me goin' crazy Oh, oh I get lost in this game, game, game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers Oh, oh Keep speaking my name, name, name You gon' have reason to hate me Yeah It's like you don't want me to win So this time I'm goin' in! Some boys are wiling Drinkin', cussin', and hyper smilin' Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's island Henny Jack Daniels, spray paintin' the die hard fan Little cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn zoo Man you, better be conscious, I'm backstage Livin' it up, with a couple of sluts feelin' nauseous From drinkin' it's been a couple of days, since I've slept My dick is sore from fuckin', when I bust there's nothin' left Just dust, back on the stage, give me my microphone Scrappin' with the audience while we perform hyper song Our label presented us with a plaque Brought it on stage, and bashed it to pieces with an aluminum bats, stanks Now which one of you bitches down for the cause Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain't say shit about my balls Last call then we off to the next city, yeah Whatever I didn't drink on my bladder pack it up and take the rest with me Fame, fame, fame I think it's got me goin' crazy Oh, oh I get lost in this game, game, game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers Oh, oh Keep speaking my name, name, name You gon' have reason to hate me Yeah It's like you don't want me to win So this time I'm goin' in! Yeah this game has got me goin' crazy Fuck it, I am crazy What's new, what kinda fuckin' glue you'd think I'd be if I was glue We lost Proof, he was our crew's glue But where was you, when we were fallin' apart You were shitting on us too But no one but us knew we were beefin' Cause that's what happens when you beef with crew It stays in the crew, cause it's just crew But we're back now, yeah we took our time while our blood grew Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you! And we're back, these days if you don't got the guts or the nuts to Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you Ah choo! Bless you! I'm allergic to pussy, sluts too Yeah, you think you the shit, till we flush you Have some bullshit to readjust Still got a just a few of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our just due So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof This one's for you homies, we love you But we can't stop now we done had too much of our blood drew from this Fame, fame, fame I think it's got me goin' crazy Oh, oh I get lost in this game, game, game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers Oh, oh Keep speaking my name, name, name You gon' have reason to hate me Yeah It's like you don't want me to win So this time I'm goin' in!