JAMBA BOYS - Insane

Oh my goodness, run around like Usain Bolt
I was going insane though
Turn into an insane coach, if she don't wanna play the right role
Stayed up like every night and hoped
That she would come back, I didn't know
My life was falling off the ropes
And I had to learn to keep control, yeah
And I think my first crush was Keyshia Cole
Big rings, Super Bowl
Never ever sell your soul, that's overrated like Gerrit Cole
Yeah, overrated like Gerrit Cole, yeah
Said it's
I keep seven rings on me, like Tom Brady
You hear the sounds, we're going crazy
Like Chris Brown, we're going crazy
Like Young Thug, we're going crazy
Never did drugs, just relax
They're showing love, in the back
I ain't gonna have no heart attack
Demi Lovato with the heart attack, yeah
Steph Curry with the shot, go behind the back
Then I go straight to the rack
Barry Bonds to the plate, then I pick up the bat
Then hit the ball to Iraq
Dunk on you, feel like I'm Shaq
Drive off the road, then I feel like I'm Brad, yeah
Drive out the road, then I feel like I'm Brad
Brad Pitt on the bullet train
Mask on so I feel like Bane
Had the origami in the heavy rain
Had to walk around had to feel the shame
Had to feel the pain
Had to feel the blame
Had to feel the strain
Had to feel some things, yeah
Oh my goodness, run around like Usain Bolt
I was going insane though
Turn into an insane coach, if she don't wanna play the right role
Stayed up like every night and hoped
That she would come back, I didn't know
My life was falling off the ropes
And I had to learn to keep control, yeah
And I think my first crush was Keyshia Cole
Big rings, Super Bowl
Never ever sell your soul, that's overrated like Gerrit Cole
Yeah, overrated like Gerrit Cole, yeah
Said it's

Written by:
JAMBA BOYS, Kyrin Thomas

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