Lirik Crazy Novels & Stories

My desk mate had a fiery temper and stood up to retort, "This is hilarious. Who's jealous of your man? Only you treasure Nash. In everyone else's eyes, what is he? An artist with a disabled hand, a bottom-tier student who can't get into college?" Upon hearing these words, Nash's face darkened, and the onlookers' expressions, like they were watching a show, made the usually proud Nash find it somewhat unbearable.

With the stealth of a burglar and the heart of a Bollywood heroine, she slipped the speaker inside the shoe rack just beside the door, aimed the sound upward, and turned it on. She opened her phone, went to her “MORNING CHAOS” playlist, and tapped play. Suddenly, at 6:00 AM sharp, the entire upstairs room erupted with a full-volume: 🎶 “Jai Jai Shiv Shankar! Kaanta Lage Na Kankar!” 🎶 The bass shook the windows. She ran. Barefoot. Laughing. Anklets jingling like rebellious bells as she disappeared downstairs into the kitchen, where her sleepy mother sipped chai and muttered, “This house is cursed.”

Friends are the worst. As for the strip of tiling and flashing blue, pink, yellow and green lights... it's swarming with people- hot, sweaty bodies vibrating with the music- and while I can barely see anyone, or understand what is going on, I feel the excitement. It's contagious. Soon, I'm dancing against a total stranger with eyes that look green in the crazy lights. He seems nice and for a moment I forget that my last breakup was terrible enough to leave me celibate for two years, avoiding the male race like a plague.

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."

She want a gangster in her bed tonight She ah want me, me I know And man I full ground me I dey tonight She ah calling my phone Oh, she say why you so unruly Tell me the main reason you want ruin me Mmh-mmh, dem man with da ED Curious girl, she got questions for Siri Wiggle dat booty and whine for me So crazy you driving me Girly put it on me nicely She riding it, I'm sliding it Spread your two legs slightly Or mama spread them so widely Caribbean girl want die for me She haffi die for me, yeah, yeah Bounce your body or we bounce you out

i close my eyes Im tired i the voice paulit ulit, nakasasawa na. "I need your face" the queen "You can give it to me right?" No. No "No patay ka na, pinatay na kita" i shout Narinig ko ang tawa niya no no. I need to wake up i need it. "Hahahahahahahahahaha never" .... I open my eyes again... my heart beats so fast i dont know iba to... iba to... Im crazy.. ito ang kabayaran eresh... .........................................

So I put on my earphones and hit play on my iPod. But of course, the songs that came on only reminded me of her. Every lyric seemed to echo the feelings I couldn’t shake. "Butterfly" by Crazy Town played, and I was done for. Come my lady, come, come my lady, you're my butterfly, sugar baby...

I call out. I had chosen, Give me more, by Doja cat, Big Boy by SZA and finally Work Song by Hozier. Crazy three songs but I love them. Zane didn't know all the words in Doja Cat's music, but I knew and I kept singing, while he just hummed and grunt beside me, but not stopping. On the third music, I was so invested in the lyrics and since it was a slow song, Zane and I had found our bodies closer to the other.

I moved closer to one of the couches there, sat on it, and spread my legs on the table. "What the hell... Can you see she's...," He was frustrated and that was my joy. My intestines were leaping with joy inwardly. He shut his eyes, placed a hand on his forehead, and turned to Francis, "I don't know how you are going to do it but you have just 5 seconds to throw this crazy woman out of my house this instance," I hummed my favorite song and rested my head on the couch. I knew I would leave, this wasn't my house, but not without showing him I cannot be trampled on the way he did to his worker, Francis.

When his hand trailed on my thigh,a sickening feeling clenched my stomach, electric waves fizzle through my nerves and my heart began pounding faster,I have never felt something like that before. “Ewww” I thought aloud dreading of what I was thinking. Celine stared at me skeptically with an evil smile. “Was there something else that happened that you want me to know?” She arched her brow. I shook my head frantically. I stood yawning while stretching my hand. “Am going to bed,you keep watching your nying nyong nyung” I stated referring to K-pop, Celine is a die hard fan of Korean pop, especially BTS,she can spend the entire night glued to the TV just to watch them, for me that was a waste of