[Intro]What is this?I can't feel my fuckin' faceOh yeah[Chorus]We can get it on who want war?I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my faceYou can call the law they ain't gonna comeI'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my faceI'm crazy, all my people crazyI'm crazy, all my people crazyRun and get your gun son you don't want noneI'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face[Verse 1]One year three number one albumsStill gotta deal with this fuck shitI did more in one year than you did in your careerI never seen so many dudes suck dickI bet you feel real safe typin' all this shit on FacebookBut I don't ever see your face in publicAnd if I do all of a sudden you wanna be buddiesThat's funny weren't you talkin' that tough shitClick bang motherfucker I don't play no gamesCrazy white boy David Ray, Alex KingMade a lane, paved a way, then I can't get a flameWent state to state now everybody knows the nameLet it rainFuck Haystack let him hangTurn it up let it bang, what the fuck were you sayin'?Okay I'm so numb to this gameI'm so numb to this gameEverywhere I go on the road every showI feel like I'm losin' my soulPeople come and go just so they can see me on stageI feel like I'm locked in a cageMan I miss the days workin' nine to five for some payFeel like I'm 'bout to go crazyKeep my boots laced, tryna keep paceMovin' so fast that I can't feel my face[Chorus]We can get it on who want war?I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my faceYou can call the law they ain't gonna comeI'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my faceI'm crazy, all my people crazyI'm crazy, all my people crazyRun and get your gun son you don't want noneI'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face[Verse 2]Another year another number one albumAnother album that you can't fuck with (Fuck with)These people wanna see me fail they end up in jailBut I'm still here so I guess it's tough shitDudes I've never heard of 'til the mentioned my nameTry to catch a buzz from attention to fameProlly sell your butt for a buck and some changeSomeone tell me what the fucks up with the game, yeahQuit playin' mottherfucker, die go to hellKill Shotgun Shane with his own shotgun shellAnything you put out [?] don't sellYou be better off with a job at Taco BellI'm on top of the game, lookin' down pick a nameMake sure they never see the light of dayThey talk a good one but they ain't what they sayIf I catch you at the light bet the fuck you run awayIt's game time all these rappers are fuckedI'm the king of talkin' shit then backin' it upI give a fuck what you got in the back of the truckI got a Colt 45 and a .38 snub, what's up?I don't care about catchin' a caseThe way I feel right now I'm about to go crayKeep my boots laced, tryna keep paceMovin' so fast I can't feel my face[Chorus]We can get it on who want war?I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my faceYou can call the law they ain't gonna comeI'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my faceI'm crazy, all my people crazyI'm crazy, all my people crazyRun and get your gun son you don't want noneI'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face
