[Intro] [vinyl crackle, high-pitched synth pad] [Chorus] [high-pitched female vocals with heavy reverb] [sampled breakbeat enters] Crazy for feeling so lonely (so lonely…) [sub-bass enters] Crazy [vocal chop effect] For feeling… so lonely Crazy [vocal chop effect] For feeling… so lonely [INTRO — lonely pedal steel / vinyl crackle] [sampled breakbeat enters] (Crazy…) [soft laugh] (Omma) Yeah, probably. (Yuh.) But you knew that shit already. (You knew.) (SkiMask Mayhem) (Crazy…) Yeah. Crazy I ever thought I needed company. (Fuck I look like?) [VERSE 1] Crazy… money got ’em movin’ shady, (Watch ’em.) Same ones eatin’ off the plate tryna play me. (Brr.) Pocket-watchin’, countin’ what I make daily, (Count it.) Smile in my face…. whole time? They hate me. (Grrah.) Dirty lil’ deals get whispered in rooms, (Shhh.) Phones go quiet when I walk in— (Hello?) Something ain’t right, I can smell that shit. (I know.) Too much eye contact when the numbers don’t fit. (Uh-huh.) Nah. I know that look. (I know.) I know that game. (Yuh.) Everybody solid till it’s money n names. (Brr.) Everybody gang till the pressure get strange… (What happened?) Then the whole damn block start sounding like rain. (Bow, bow.) (Grrah.) [HOOK — aching country vocal] Crazy… [Chorus] [high-pitched female vocals with heavy reverb] [sampled breakbeat enters] Crazy for feeling so lonely (so lonely…) [sub-bass enters] Crazy [vocal chop effect] For feeling… so lonely (Brr…) Crazy [vocal chop effect] For feeling… so lonely [lonely pedal steel bends] Crazy… For ever feeling lonely. (Damn.) I got me. (Got me.) That’s the only one that owe me. (On God.) Money in the wall, keep the business low-key, (Shhh.) Whole city loud but my room feel ghostly. (Too quiet.) Crazy… Thinking I need somebody. (For what?) Nah. I came in this bitch with one damn body. (One.) I’m all that I need till death come find me… (Till then.) Till then, ain’t nobody standing beside me like me. (Nobody.) (Brr.) [Chorus] [high-pitched female vocals with heavy reverb] [sampled breakbeat enters] Crazy for feeling so lonely (so lonely…) [sub-bass enters] Crazy [vocal chop effect] For feeling… so lonely (Yuh.) Crazy [vocal chop effect] For feeling… so lonely (Crazy…) [lonely pedal steel / vinyl crackle] [VERSE 2] Night shift. (Yuh.) Streetlights. (Brr.) Bass from the whip. (Boom.) Somewhere in the distance hear that— (BOW, BOW.) Block got active, everybody pick sides, (Pick one.) I’m watching from the window like…. “Damn.” (The fuck?) “Ain’t no way they alive…” (Grrah.) Money on the floor, duffel piled in the trunk. (Count it up.) Everybody want a cut— they can all get fucked. (Fuck ’em.) Everybody got a plug, till that chin get chucked. (Brr.) Everybody “self-made” till that idea get plucked. (Stole that.) Numbers don’t lie, but a broke bitch do, (No cap.) So I count every dollar and I count y’all too. (One… two…) (Watch ’em.) [BRIDGE — instruments fall away] And sometimes… [sampled breakbeat enters] (Crazy for feeling so lonely…) Yeah. It get quiet. Too quiet. (Shhh…) And I wonder what it’d feel like— [sampled breakbeat enters] (Crazy…) to have somebody I ain’t gotta watch. (Imagine that.) Somebody I ain’t gotta calculate. (No numbers.) [sampled breakbeat enters] (Crazy for feeling so lonely…) Somebody who don’t see my plate and start measuring they portion. (Get out my pocket.) [sampled breakbeat enters] (Crazy…) Then I remember…. Bitch. (What?) You got you. (Yuh.) Always did. (Always.) [FINAL HOOK — steel guitar + huge low drums] [sampled breakbeat enters] Crazy for feeling so lonely (Crazy…) For ever feeling lonely. I got me. (Got me.) That’s the only one that owe me. (Brr.) Money change hands, friends turn phony, (Every time.) Whole block burning…. still standing on lonely. (Bow, bow.) (Grrah.) [sampled breakbeat enters] Crazy for feeling so lonely (Crazy…) But crazy kept me breathing. (Still here.) Eyes stay open even when I’m sleeping. (I see ’em.) They can keep plotting, keep lying, keep scheming— (Plot then.) (Brr.) I’m all that I need— (ME.) till death come see me. (Till death.) [OUTRO — vinyl crackle / distant city ambience] Crazy… [sampled breakbeat enters] (Crazy for feeling so lonely…) [soft laugh] Maybe…. (Maybe.) But alive. (Yuh.) Paid. (Count it.) And paying attention. (Always.) [sampled breakbeat enters] (Crazy for feeling so lonely…) That’ll do. [low whispered double] (That’ll fuckin’ do.) (SKIMASK MAYHEM) [vinyl slows / sub-bass fades] (Brr…) (Crazy…)
