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

Crazy, crazy, crazy, love

Eh, oh, oh