Meio Loco (feat. Cogito)

[Nog]
I know we’re a little crazy, for real. A lot going on, you know?
Just don’t keep talking, alright, Cogito?
Damn

How does it go, it gets complicated, in my life
I got my girl, plus my rhymes, if they fight
I’m shaken up, you know
Day by day, hustling, a lot going on, that gets me hyped, that annoys me
We stumble, on the street and get run over

If- if, if you know how it is. Right?
Some things you kick, that hurt our feet
Tell me (scratch) how it is. Right?
Someone without guilt, not your buddy, testing your faith

And I freak out, in the industry I’m losing it, I turn
I get my revenge, she kills me, she’s the same one who raised me
Addiction, mind since the start, in this, it’s tough
Burden, weight takes me and I think

I tell you, watch what you say, for real. Uhn
Irresponsible, already calling me crazy. Uhn
It’s heavy to compare me to a madhouse. Uhn
Surviving is already messing with my sleep

I feel a little crazy
Crazy, is having to navigate without even noticing who’s beside me
They call me crazy
Crazy, for thinking differently from those who share my space

[Cogito]
They call me crazy, for me it’s still not enough
And sorry for the disappointment
I’ve been through my struggles, paid without change
And they barely ask if I’m good or not
I have friends and my girl who are exceptions
Also relatives, my family, mom, dad, and my brother
Proud when I can, ambitious in business
Got a millionaire’s mind on the bus
Getting pissed off with the destruction scene
While fools worry about the selection
Smoking everything, even butts, complaining about my stash
Talking shit about my conduct, even without lungs
Hey, they call me crazy... And it’s been normal
Thinking they’ll ruin my vibe
I escaped from a struggle, that was kinda brutal, mental chaos
Deadly poison... I feel a little crazy

I feel a little crazy
Crazy, is having to navigate without even noticing who’s beside me
They call me crazy
Crazy, for thinking differently from those who share my space

[Predella]
I lost to have, fell to be
And a hit made my head a private prison
I kidnapped my own mind
Like 2 years in mental jail
And my reasoning blocked
(Hey bro!)
I feel a little weak, must be the stress build-up
And my excess tobacco, feeling down
I feel strange and hollow
Like a tray and I’m always getting the short end
Judge me and tell me if it’s little?
I’ve been hearing this whisper
From life telling me not to trust others
Psycho, rhyming and piecing together the mosaic
With verbal impact, loyal words, and an archaic tone
I feel obligated, the path of my verse
Is the weight of my burden that suffocates

Popcorn out of the boot, everyone in their own square
So respect my space
'Cause I don’t smoke from your pack