Crazy White Boy

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What is this?
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I can't feel my fuckin' face
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah

[Chorus]

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We can get it on who want war?
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I'm so fucked up in this place I 
       C                Em
can't feel my face, my face
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You can call the law they ain't 
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gonna come
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I'm so fucked up in this place I 
       C                Em
can't feel my face, my face
           Em            D
I'm crazy, all my people crazy
C          C
I'm crazy, all my people crazy
Em                       Em      
Run and get your gun son you 
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don't want none
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I'm so fucked up in this place I 
       C                Em
can't feel my face, my face

[Verse]

Em
One year three number one albums
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Still gotta deal with this fuck shit
      C
I did more in one year than you did 
in your career
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I never seen so many dudes suck dick
          Em
I bet you feel real safe typin' all 
this shit on Facebook
Em                                
But I don't ever see your face in 
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public
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And if I do all of a sudden you 
wanna be buddies
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That's funny weren't you talkin' 
that tough shit
      Em
Click bang motherfucker I don't play
 no games
Em                    D
Crazy white boy David Ray, Alex King
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Made a lane, paved a way, then I 
can't get a flame
C
Went state to state now everybody 
knows the name
N.C.
Let it rain
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Em                    Em
Fuck Haystack let him hang
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Turn it up let it bang, what the 
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fuck were you sayin' okay I'm so 
numb to this game
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I'm so numb to this game
Em
Everywhere I go on the road every 
show
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I feel like I'm losin' my soul
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People come and go just so they can 
see me on stage
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I feel like I'm locked in a cage
               Em
Man I miss the days workin' nine to 
five for some pay
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Feel like I'm 'bout to go crazy
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Keep my boots laced, tryna keep pace
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Movin' so fast that I can't feel my
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 face

[Chorus]

                 Em       D
We can get it on who want war?
       C                        
I'm so fucked up in this place I 
       C                Em
can't feel my face, my face
                     Em        
You can call the law they ain't 
       D
gonna come
       C                        
I'm so fucked up in this place I 
       C                Em
can't feel my face, my face
           Em            D
I'm crazy, all my people crazy
C          C
I'm crazy, all my people crazy
Em                       Em      
Run and get your gun son you 
       D
don't want none
       C                        
I'm so fucked up in this place I 
       C                Em
can't feel my face, my face

[Verse]

Em
Another year another number one 
album
Em
Another album that you can't fuck 
with (Fuck with)
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These people wanna see me fail they 
end up in jail
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But I'm still here so I guess it's 
tough shit
Em
Dudes I've never heard of 'til the 
mentioned my name
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Try to catch a buzz from attention 
to fame
C
Prolly sell your butt for a buck and
 some change
C
Someone tell me what the fucks up 
with the game, yeah
Em
Quit playin' mottherfucker, die go 
to hell
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Kill Shotgun Shane with his own 
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shotgun shell anything you put out 
[?] don't sell
C
You be better off with a job at Taco
 Bell
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I'm on top of the game, lookin' 
   Em
down pick a name
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Make sure they never see the light 
of day
C
They talk a good one but they ain't 
what they say
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If I catch you at the light bet the 
fuck you run away
Em
It's game time all these rappers are
 fucked
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I'm the king of talkin' shit then 
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backin' it up
         C
I give a fuck what you got in the 
back of the truck
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I got a Colt 45 and a .38 snub
Em
what's up? I don't care about 
catchin' a case
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The way I feel right now I'm about 
to go cray
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Keep my boots laced, tryna keep pace
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Movin' so fast I can't feel my face

[Chorus]

                 Em       D
We can get it on who want war?
       C                        
I'm so fucked up in this place I 
       C                Em
can't feel my face, my face
                     Em        
You can call the law they ain't 
       D
gonna come
       C                        
I'm so fucked up in this place I 
       C                Em
can't feel my face, my face
           Em            D
I'm crazy, all my people crazy
C          C
I'm crazy, all my people crazy
Em                       Em      
Run and get your gun son you 
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don't want none
       C                        
I'm so fucked up in this place I 
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can't feel my face, my face