Think I'm Crazy Lyrics - The Sound Of Revenge - Chamillionaire

I want to know who you are but you still look very nice 

So will you talk to me? 

Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat? 

They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel 

See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her 

The name of my record company 

(Oh you're a Sanger) 

I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer 

Oh you that guy they talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha 

Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya 

I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your anger 

Heard the rumors how you're always in trouble or danger 

Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir 

You do have a right to be, you seem like you're nice to me 

And like you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat? 

I tell the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me 

Her drink starts emptying as she's pouring out her life to me 

Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be 

And invite me to a session of her life 

And she seems so damn innocent but something isn't right to me 

She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?" 

I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as hell 

Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity sell 

We never met is the story that my memory tells 

Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey well 

Getting into it, getting intimate and into details 

See, I just met you and you showing me your kids 

Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids 

Then who's in this picture? Man, let you show you just who it is 

I want to know who you are but you still look very nice 

So will you talk to me? 

Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat? 

They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel 

Umm, I don't remember her name but she look like an angel 

She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't hang a 

Round a part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger 

'Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see 

She said she wasn't married but the rings on her finger 

Told me she was langin' and using the same uh 

Game I use on women so I couldn't even blame her 

Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her 

I bump into this dime, he told me that he used to know you 

He told me about the loyalty and love he used to show you 

He said what he said with a passion like it was so true 

Wouldn't take advantage of the fact 

That the listeners didn't really know you 

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you 

She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around 

I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town" 

I turn around as these two officers is coming in now 

They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down 

So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground 

So close that they can listen to either of us now 

We turn back around and she says no need for whispering 

Then she tells me that 

I don't really give a damn whose listening 

Try to make it last a long time was my mission 

And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him 

Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never missing him 

I want to know who you are but you still look very nice 

So will you talk to me? 

Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat? 

They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel 

Okay, let's get this straight, your man cheated on you and now 

You talking to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud 

And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how 

It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile 

She said 

Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul 

Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's power 

Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another hour 

So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower 

Damn what do you mean? 

(Couldn't tell you that I missin' him) 

I don't understand what you're saying, how did you get rid of him? 

She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him 

She stops, ay keep talkin' I'm listening 

(I don't wanna tell about the images I'm picturing) 

Henny spilling then she tell me 

(For real and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling 

Is that I wanted to kill him) 

Something's wrong here and I know just who is the villain 

The poison's getting louder, the moral is getting clearer 

The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her, told me 

(It was protection, reached for it in the stash) 

The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass 

Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at least 

Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for time 

I gotta go grind, time's putting to resting 

Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me guessing 

That this conversation is two types of evil confession 

And she pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best friend 

How you know him? She told me she was with him at his house 

Watching movies on Sundays when they be chilling 

And that's exactly the day that the hospital came to get him 

The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling 

Stood up and then I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?" 

I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy