Goin’ Crazy Dizzee Rascal (Ft. Robbie Williams)
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[Intro: Robbie Williams]
Every single morning
Wake up in the afternoon, yeah
Cover up the mirror
Just to get a better view, yeah
Been around the world and never even left the room, ah
[Pre-Chorus: Robbie Williams]
And I, I can't figure out
Why?
So I just scream and shout
[Chorus: Robbie Williams]
I believe, I-I believe, I-I believe
I-I believe I'm going crazy
Going crazy, Going crazy
I believe I'm losing my mind
[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
Yeah, man
Everybody's looking at me, but I don't see them
Living for the weekend, caught in the deep end
Tryna tread water, do it for my unborn daughter
Lamb to the slaughter, life's getting shorter
Tryna get high off a quarter
I'm fly in a saucer, my life is a corker
Star, pop bottles, date top models
Middle finger in the air, not a care, going full throttle
Where's the love though?
Nobody cares about that, where's the club? Where's the drugs though? Front row
Follow the flow, Megaupload
Feel the adrenaline rush, who's the mug though? I don't know
Every single morning
Wake up in the afternoon, yeah
Cover up the mirror
Just to get a better view, yeah
Been around the world and never even left the room, ah
[Pre-Chorus: Robbie Williams]
And I, I can't figure out
Why?
So I just scream and shout
[Chorus: Robbie Williams]
I believe, I-I believe, I-I believe
I-I believe I'm going crazy
Going crazy, Going crazy
I believe I'm losing my mind
[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
Yeah, man
Everybody's looking at me, but I don't see them
Living for the weekend, caught in the deep end
Tryna tread water, do it for my unborn daughter
Lamb to the slaughter, life's getting shorter
Tryna get high off a quarter
I'm fly in a saucer, my life is a corker
Star, pop bottles, date top models
Middle finger in the air, not a care, going full throttle
Where's the love though?
Nobody cares about that, where's the club? Where's the drugs though? Front row
Follow the flow, Megaupload
Feel the adrenaline rush, who's the mug though? I don't know
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