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I think I’m crazy, I think, I think I’m crazy,
I think I’m past the brink and think I’m sinking deeper baby,
I think I hate me, I think, I think I hate me,
I think, I think I’m nuts, I think I’m thinking too much lately.
Lock me up, throw away the key,
Can I still be saved from me? Probably not until they,
Lock me up, throw away the key and,
Leave me alone with my crazy, my cra-e-azy.

Is part of me, contributes to my artistry,
Conjoined to my soul and attached at the heart of me,
It’s in my veins and my blood and my arteries,
Operates my brain, am I thug, well, partially,
Not really though, I think I’m probably too smart to be,
And plus, growing up in Canada wasn’t too hard for me,
I’m just naturally fucked; that’s what I’ve figured,
Since my white half first called my black half a nigger,
I’m a snap happy half black, backpacking, pack rat,
Rap writing, mass-tatted, ass, who works with Madhatt,
I think I’m crazy. They probably should lock me up,
I, me and myself; we’re happy just to talk to us,
Cause we’ve been called a lot of things, most often nuts,
Never had it bad, we just had the most awful luck,
By we; we mean me, I and myself again,
Someone aim straight for the brains, cause there’s helping them.

(Hook)
Could you, could you leave me alone?
Could you, could you, could you leave me alone with my cra-e-azy,
Could you, could you leave me alone?
Could you, could you, could you leave me alone with my cra-e-azy, {Bridge}

Please? It’s all I ever really knew,
My crazy, your crazy, his crazy too,
I absorbed the world’s insanity and spit it back out,
People work or they chop or they get cracked out,
Or worse they do nothing ‘cept watch life pass,
Play vids, be depressed, Burn pot, write raps,
Josh Wolfe, if Mary had a lamb I woulda stole it,
Hacked it into gyro meat, then packaged it and sold it,
I calls em like I sees em, I’m an asshole and I know it,
Plus, imaginative, passionate and masterful with flowing,
I’m the dopest but I think the high doses of doja,
Caused psychosis to fry my mind’s eye’s focus at high voltage,
And still I’ll die smoking, I been the champ,
They call me High Hogan, Blitzed all day, but with my eyes open,
This is what I’ve chosen; this is how I’m closing,
I’m done I see your opinion through your bi-focals.

You think I’m crazy, you think, you think I’m crazy,
You think I’m past the brink and think I’m sinking deeper baby,
You think I hate me, you think, you think I hate me,
You think, you think I’m nuts, I think you’re thinking too much lately.
Lock me up, throw away the key,
Can I still be saved from me? Probably now that they have,
Locked me up, thrown away the key and,
Left me alone with my crazy, my cra-e-azy.

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from Sonic Therapy: The Frustrations of Joshua Wolfe, released January 10, 2010
Written By: N. Latella
Performed By: N. Latella
Instrumental By: A. Tanton (Madhattr)

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A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected. ... more

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