Crazy, Classic, Life - Janelle Monáe

Young, Black, wild and free

Naked in a limousine (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Riding through the hood real slow

I love it when I smell the trees (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

I just wanna party hard

Sex in the swimming pool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

I don’t need a lot of cash

I just wanna break the rules (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

We don’t need another ruler

All of my friends are kings (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

I’m not America’s nightmare

I’m the American dream (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Just let me live my life

I want a crazy, classic, life

I want a crazy, classic, life

So if the world should end tonight

I had a crazy, classic, life

I don’t need a diamond ring

I don’t wanna waste my youth (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I don’t wanna live on my knees

I just have to tell the truth, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I don’t wanna be let down

I don’t wanna cheat on you (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

I just wanna find a God

And I hope she loves me too (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

We don’t need another ruler

We don’t need another fool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

I’m not America’s nightmare

I’m the American cool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Just let me live my life

I want a crazy, classic, life

I want a crazy, classic, life

So if the world should end tonight

I had a crazy, classic, life

I want a crazy, classic, life

I want a crazy, classic, life

So if the world should end tonight

I had a crazy, classic, life

Crazy, classic, life

Yeah, uh, yea, yea, yea, uh

Handcuffed in a 'bando

White boy in his sandals

Police like a Rambo

Blow it out, blow it out like a candle, Sambo

Me and you was friends, but to them, we the opposite

The same mistake, I’m in jail, you on top of shit

You living life while I’m walking around moppin' shit

Tech kid, backpack, now you a college kid

All I wanted was to break the rules like you

All I wanted was someone to love me too

But no matter where it was I always stood out

Black Waldo dancing with the thick brows

We was both running naked at the luau

We was both on shrooms praying face down, waist down

Remember when they told you I was too Black for ya?

And now my Black poppin' like a bra-strap on ya

I was kicked out, said I’m too loud

Kicked out, said I’m too proud

But all I really ever felt was stressed out

Kinda like my afro when it’s pressed out