Correction Lyrics Crazy White Boy by Adam Calhoun

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What is this?
I can't feel my f*ckin' face
Oh yeah

We can get it on who want war?
I'm so f*cked 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 f*cked 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 f*cked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face

One year three number one albums
Still gotta deal with this f*ck 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 motherf*cker 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
f*ck Haystack let him hang
Turn it up let it bang, what the f*ck 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

Another year another number one album
Another album that you can't f*ck with (f*ck 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 f*cks up with the game, yeah
Quit playin' mottherf*cker, 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 f*ck you run away
It's game time all these rappers are f*cked
I'm the king of talkin' shit then backin' it up
I give a f*ck 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

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