Crazy

Am i fuckin crazy? Feels like im drivin 60mph in a schoolzone. But yep its fun try it. Its like goin on an interview smilin with your eyes closed and admitin your high. Or runnin through the sprinkers in the rain. Whats pleasure without pain and and fun without stains and sports without injurious and techno without rave. Whats me without you. And whats the point of bein crazy by myself now when im crazier with you. What trouble can i get into when theres nothin new. And when you got nothin to loose thats when you got nothin to do. Nothin to write about nothin to say but complain about the day and go on and on until people start thinkin ya lame.

So i run in the wind and play with snakes and wrestle with my man till we get hurt and think COOL…Pain. We play with the fires and play with desires and play with the kiddies until we fall asleep. Playfull as a playmate so i cant complain. SO TRY PUTTIN OUT OUR FIRE NOW ALANA WITH YOUR RAIN. AY. Cant touch the untouchables and cant over power love wit hate. Cant blame mistakes on fate but just go with your dreams and do it up all the way. Go ahead make fun of me the way im runnin the race cause ill be able to laugh at you when win and you got your sore loser face. I put ketchup in your cake …you like how it tastes? So when im bein all random…i can see you sittin there with a blank look on your face. And i say yey…i achieved somethin cool today