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Lyrics

Sittin' here waitin' to get paid Should have known I'd never get laid How crazy My, my, how crazy... I got no stash 'cause I got no cash My woman done left now I got no ass How crazy My, my, how crazy... I've seen love come, I've seen love go You could say the same thing about my dough And all we do is cry out, "We want more!" I want more...yeah! I shouldn't drink, I shouldn't smoke But what the hell, hey, life's a joke How crazy My, my, how crazy... No harm I've done to anyone I just wanna have a little fun 'Cause I'm crazy My, my, I'm crazy... Well, I've seen dope come, I've seen dope go You can say the same things about my dough And all we do is cry out, "We want more!" I want more...yeah!

Credits

Lyric Credits: Dan Breneman & Greg Davis

Music Credits: Dan Breneman & Greg Davis

Producer Credits: Paul Richards & Grove Street

Publisher Credits: GSMusic/ASCAP

Performance Credits: Grove Street

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Description

Short Song Description: Blues romp!

Long Song Description: Dirty, nasty bar blues that gets your blood pumpin'!

Story Behind the Song: This song is self-explanatory

Metadata

Song Length: 3:36

Primary Genre: Blues-Rock

Secondary Genre: Rock-Classic

Tempo / Feel: Medium Slow (91 - 110)

Lead Vocal: Male Vocal

Language: English

Era: 2000 and later