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They call me crazy

I remember sellin' quarters back when I was broke
Never made me much money 'cause I had to smoke
I used to tell myself, at least, I wasn't sellin' coke
I had to quit 'cause of fake friends out there tellin' folk
The problem is the folks they tellin' was the f*ckin' jakes
The one's that doubted really wasn't my friends they was just some f*ckin' snakes
If I had to do it all again, I'd take that f*ckin' case
Livin' my life knowin' sometimes it's just how much you take
And nowadays I just stay prayed up, I ain't got time to be laid up
All them many nights I stayed up, it's about time that they paid us
All them one nights damn sure made us, feel like we could be the greatest
I was born in July
And I'm rich on these broke-ass, remember back when I could die
Now I throw a song in the sky, I'm immortal for the night
They call me crazy
But maybe that's 'cause I am

But would you lie for me? I can't tell
If I jump from the lights, ayy, tell my family
Tell 'em I fly, tell 'em I fall, into the sky
Would you tell 'em that I'm crazy?
Or tell 'em when they aimin' for your chips and they let you lay in the streets
To be ready for a war but just keep on prayin' for peace
If I never see the top then I'll see your face in my cleats
Then I will stomp you in the dirt, Lord forgive me for my dirt
I was raised in the church so I stopped to pray and I preach
Sweet home Alabama but you ain't sayin' it's sweet
I was born in the summer, might cop a blaze on the beach
Starts the fruits of my labor, man, life is a f*ckin' peach
It's a cold, cold world, we just tryna stay in the heat
I ain't never finished college, some things you just can't teach
I'm American, baby, hear the freedom in my speech
I'll be mad as a bitch I don't sell a million at least
They worth a million a piece, that's one in a million me
Just call me crazy
I'm one of a kind, yeah
July

They call me crazy
And that's fine
A lotta them I woulda died for are dead to me
Call me crazy
But I'm Clever as I'll ever be
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They call me crazy

I remember sellin' quarters back when I was broke
Never made me much money 'cause I had to smoke
I used to tell myself, at least, I wasn't sellin' coke
I had to quit 'cause of fake friends out there tellin' folk
The problem is the folks they tellin' was the f*ckin' jakes
The one's that doubted really wasn't my friends they was just some f*ckin' snakes
If I had to do it all again, I'd take that f*ckin' case
Livin' my life knowin' sometimes it's just how much you take
And nowadays I just stay prayed up, I ain't got time to be laid up
All them many nights I stayed up, it's about time that they paid us
All them one nights damn sure made us, feel like we could be the greatest
I was born in July
And I'm rich on these broke-ass, remember back when I could die
Now I throw a song in the sky, I'm immortal for the night
They call me crazy
But maybe that's 'cause I am

But would you lie for me? I can't tell
If I jump from the lights, ayy, tell my family
Tell 'em I fly, tell 'em I fall, into the sky
Would you tell 'em that I'm crazy?
Or tell 'em when they aimin' for your chips and they let you lay in the streets
To be ready for a war but just keep on prayin' for peace
If I never see the top then I'll see your face in my cleats
Then I will stomp you in the dirt, Lord forgive me for my dirt
I was raised in the church so I stopped to pray and I preach
Sweet home Alabama but you ain't sayin' it's sweet
I was born in the summer, might cop a blaze on the beach
Starts the fruits of my labor, man, life is a f*ckin' peach
It's a cold, cold world, we just tryna stay in the heat
I ain't never finished college, some things you just can't teach
I'm American, baby, hear the freedom in my speech
I'll be mad as a bitch I don't sell a million at least
They worth a million a piece, that's one in a million me
Just call me crazy
I'm one of a kind, yeah
July

They call me crazy
And that's fine
A lotta them I woulda died for are dead to me
Call me crazy
But I'm Clever as I'll ever be
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Writer: Joseph Matthew Petta, Joshua Tyler Huie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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