Thinking Crazy - Jehst

What am I going to do?

The rent is overdue!

God, I guess it’s over to you

I could beg, borrow, or steal

Take it to court

Try to appeal

But you’ve got to be real

Like that guy from Cypress Hill

Times are ill

Before I do something stupid I should write my will

Yo I need to smoke something

Try to chill

Now I’m thinking:

In prison they supply the meals

No gas, no electric, or water bills

Fuck it, I’m cracking open a host of peels

As low as I feel?

I could rob a little kid’s piggy bank

Scrap the plate down to the last milligram

On the really, fam

I’m in a tight squeeze

Have you got a little spliff of weed that I could buy please?

Ayo, I’ll pay you later

Why’re you fronting?

Don’t be a player hater

When I blow I’ll be making crazy paper!

No money for food?

You start thinking crazy

The rent is overdue?

You start thinking crazy

Bailiffs at your door?

You start thinking crazy

You’re sick of being this poor?

You start thinking crazy

When your pockets are broke

You start thinking crazy

Your money went up in smoke?

You start thinking crazy

Up to your neck in debt?

You start thinking crazy

The landlord came to collect?

You start thinking crazy

They say I’m cashing cheques

And I’ll be pushing the bimmer next

I’ve got a push-bike, blud

I’ll push a BMX

So if you see me vexed

It’s 'cause my money’s short

There’s not enough noughts on this cheque

I need a couple more!

Surviving in the tin cans out the cupboard door

Bunning draw

Just to deal with the rugged, raw, situation

This is going to take a team effort

If all else fails I’ll turn to extreme measures

Ain’t nothing sweet, fellas

We’ve got to eat

Let us load up the heat and go wave it at some bank tellers

For a bag of Cheddars

I know you man are jealous

We’re all sick to the stomach like we’ve got Salmonella

I’m looking at my bank balance like «It's now or never»

You know the taxman is out to get you?

And I’ma bet you

That when your stomach’s touching your ribs

You’ll suddenly switch

It’s about to get ugly kids!

No money for food?

You start thinking crazy

The rent is overdue?

You start thinking crazy

Bailiffs at your door?

You start thinking crazy

You’re sick of being this poor?

You start thinking crazy

When your pockets are broke

You start thinking crazy

Your money went up in smoke?

You start thinking crazy

Up to your neck in debt?

You start thinking crazy

The landlord came to collect?

You start thinking crazy

So now it’s time to start pulling out the long straps

Sawn-offs and all that, gats and baseball bats

Black hoodies and baseball caps real low

Bandanas wrapped round the face so nobody’ll know

Let’s go

Natwest, HSBC, Abbey National

Halifax or the Barclays?

It’s all the same to me

Yeah, I know I’m a novice

But anyone can pull a toaster in the post office

Balaclavaed up

Celebrate down the pub, lagered up

Go to West-end clubs and large it

Plus treat yourself to some things

Live like a king, buy your wife some bling

I know she’d like a diamond ring

But the police must of traced the notes

Now they’re knocking on my door

There’s no place to go!

I’m out the back door

Over the wall, into the next road

They’re already there

I’m surrounded by 5−0