[Lyric] Call Me Crazy (Brandon Whelan)

[Hook]

You could call me crazy
You could say I'm out of my mind
You could call me lazy
You could say I'm never on time
You could say I'm nuts
But I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 1]

I don’t give a shit
Even though I'm flowin', everybody hating this
I'll never be the greatest
I'll never be on stage at Maddison Square Garden
I'll never be famous
I feel like Charlie Kelly striking out with the waitress
All these projects I created
For what?
They all suck, but I've been staying so complacent
So none
Have ever madе it
To top a chart like Drake, and
Then havе everybody up in the place just celebrating, nah
It ain't me, that shit could never be
I feel like Socrates, writing shit, philosophically
But it's exhausting me, and I could use up all of these
Big ass words, but it won’t make a difference
If the shit ain't getting heard
Nobody wanna' listen to a prick from the burbs
Who talks a lota' shit, being a bitch, getting curved, nah
But that’s me, that’s Deen (being the realest I can be)
[Hook]

So you could call me crazy
You could call me crazy
You could say I'm out of my mind
You could call me lazy
You could say I'm never on time
You could say I'm nuts
But I don’t give a fuck
I don't give a fuck

[Verse 2]

I really don’t care at this point if anybody’s hearing this
It's therapy to me, a stroke of serendipity
I wrote so whimsically, with such vivid imagery, and
Top notch word play, amazing rhyme schemes
Working a fuckin' nine to five day
Hurtin' worse than a stab from Chucky from motherfuckin'
"Childs Play", God damn
I'm feeding you bars right now, shit, I'm the man
I feel like I'm in charge right now, I'm goin fuckin Super Saiyan
The young motherfucker not playin'
I feel like I'm the lead singer of a fuckin' diamond selling band
How all these bitches love me, they all fans
All these groupies wanna fuck me inside a brand new sprinter van
But I don’t give a fuck, I'm bouta pop up
On this one girl phone like
"I'm outside in the AMG"