Now here you come telling me Say you don't really, really think That we're going to make it
Your mother is complaining Saying I was such a nice guy Until I start this long-hair-growing When friends were also telling me That you are surely going to throw my life away
Victimizing To much penalizing One the way to our uprising So don't you be too weak to fight Rasta never get weary With all the compromising And commitments that we really have to face
Crazy you, crazy me Crazy you, crazy me Crazy love, crazy love
