What you thinkin' about? Oh what you thinkin' about What you thinkin' about I know everything They say my brain meltin' And the only thing I'll tell 'em Is I'm livin' for the present and the future don't exist So baby take your clothes off, a chance like

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if

Starry, starry night What you tried to say to me And how you tried to set them free Now I understand They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now And how you suffered for your sanity Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on

I'm gonna be with you And I don't care what they say I wanna be with you And I don't care what they do And no one knows 'Cause you'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes And no one know, the things we've been through Can never measure up to

I have tried so hard not to be like them I have found they don't ever say what they mean There is a truth, there is a light if you'd follow me there I'm convinced the world doesn't know what it needs While you're deciding what to do I've been trying to

And they say love fits like gloves, perfect equals If it's meant to be then you just know it, you just know But you and me will never be the perfect people Ooh, what if our love is written in the scars? Wild tides, darling we hold on We grip with wide

I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I

Baby I will take you far away Don’t you know these are our golden days Baby all the other boys they don’t see what I see Now won’t you say you see it in me Tamarinds and skinny jeans Oh won’t you be my summer love Take you walking through the garden And

Let's have a good day So what do you say Yeah, Colton, he turned eight years old, three very short long weeks ago And just how long he'll be around, the doctors, they don't even know A Nerf ball, football, in the yard, daddy throws it easy 'cause