Tom MacDonald - Drive Me Crazy lyrics

Bout it, bout it i'm bout it, bout it
Bout it, bout it yeah, bout it

I been drinking, been smokin'
I been writin', recording
I been out here in America livin'
Like I ain't broke and
I been thinkin' of the times
I was alone inside my
Home writin' rhymes about the hoes
I was gettin' over man, I really love y'all
Man, I really meant that
Man, I'll try my hardest to avoid
Y'all when I get back
I know y’all made me promise I'd
Still come through and get faded
But I swear I'm almost famous and
I'm going through some changes
Everything got shook up
It all started with one late night
I met a girl and we hooked up


Now your body chain don't hang right
Y'all were destined for stardom
Now y'all got charges and some kids
Your only option is a pardon
For possession with intent and my ears ring
It's piercing like my earrings when
Y'all talkin' bout me
Hope is something good
That’s already too many rumors started
If you see me in the streets in
My hometown just know y’all rollin’
Your road isn’t one I’ll go down

My hand is on the wheel and
My foot is on the gas
And my eyes are on the rearview
I hope that I don’t crash
And I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it
Yeah, I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it
I’m sittin’ in the driver's seat
I’m speeding really fast
And I’m looking in the rearview
Thinkin’ ‘bout my past
And I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it
Yeah, I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it, about it

I been drunk a lot, in the parking lot
I been gettin’ in with executives
Been partyin’ in my cardigan
Same kid just made some rich friends
I had to y’all were like my family though
You can’t be mad at me
Y’all weren’t listening
I said "all aboard" and you missed the boat
I been on my next shit
I can’t get y’all on my guest list no more
I been learnt my lesson
Y’all sellin’ that flow
And y’all ‘gon get arrested while
I’m stressing my show
I can’t accept your message if you
Sent it from that phone
Heard that y’all be drinkin’
Maybe crashed a couple cars
I guess the world is really mine now
And the world it used to be ours
I swear I won’t forget y’all
I been holding on but my hands purple
Lettin’ go of everyone I knew
Back in my old circle
Makin’ room for songwriters and engineers
No more room for old bikers
Working girls or drug dealers
Y’all keep blowing clouds
I promise that I’ll make you proud
Just don’t be mad at me when
You finally notice I’m not around

My hand is on the wheel and
My foot is on the gas
And my eyes are on the rearview
I hope that I don’t crash
And I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it
Yeah, I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it
I’m sittin’ in the driver's seat
I’m speeding really fast
And I’m looking in the rearview
Thinkin’ ‘bout my past
And I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it
Yeah, I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it
I’m just gettin’ out of Dodge
And I’m planning my attack
I’m not slowing down for nothing
I just need to fill my tank
I got the pedal to the metal
And I’m drivin’ like I drank
You couldn’t stop me with a cannon or a tank
And I’m steppin’ on it

‘Bout it, ‘bout it
And I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it ‘Bout it, ‘bout it
Yeah, I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it
And I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it (‘bout it)
‘Bout it and I’m driving myself crazy
Thinking ‘bout it ‘Bout it, yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah