Psycho (feat. ED Dilla)
Resinate when the time slow
In your mind I become alive In the time zone
Run and hide is the option you rely on
Voices in my head getting louder when my eyes close
People think they know the mind of a psycho
But little do they know the reason why they in spirals
Battle more regrets I take a chance with death
I Need a way to stop like I'm suicidal
Talk to god when i look in the mirror
I'm more afraid cause I'm calling and he never appears
Money has a way to talk the only thing that i hear
Generation full of badasses we don't care
Back in 95 middle of September
Conversation in the making
Only thing i could remember
Now i grab a pen a paper
Write it all down till my hand hurts
They can only keep you stuck if you keep popping them perks
And I'm off with the works
If I take the lost now than WTF am i worth
Nothing more than a big ass pile of dirt
Living life everyday like I'm stuck in a curse
MAN FUCK THAT CURSE
They call me psycho
I must be psycho
The hell if i know
All i know I'm running through my head
Many voices in my mind goo
Im a mother fucking psycho
Dont fuck with the psycho
Cause you never know
What a person like that unfolds
Play it safe cause theres fake out there
Im unaware with it anyways
If i had a dolla every time
Another rapper wasted lines
You would of already been seeing me inside that safe
I just regulate and listen to the voices in the phase
When I'm talking back is when Im plugging in that interface
They don't tell me wrong just to end it all in different ways
Something like a coach on the sideline calling plays
But i stay calm keep my composure
Never know how strong until it really takes over
Dont lose your grip rev up your motor
Pushing my luck 4 leafs to my clover
So i break it down
All the time Cause I'm a stoner
Say what's on my mind until the time that's its over
I can see it in my eyes ya its getting closer
Eating at my soul dead caucus to the vultures
So i puff the roaches
And think about the life I live
How my life is gonna shine with these bright ideas
How could People be so blind too that fake ass shit
But when its time to make it mine It don't make no sense
Might be hard to find another rapper like this
And I ain't sitting in the field I'm more over the fence
No remorse in advance
People looking at me crazy like
Bobby how do you even think of this shit
They call me psycho
I must be psycho
The hell if i know
All i know I'm running through my head
Many voices in my mind goo
Im a mother fucking psycho
Dont fuck with the psycho
Cause you never know
What a person like that unfolds
In your mind I become alive In the time zone
Run and hide is the option you rely on
Voices in my head getting louder when my eyes close
People think they know the mind of a psycho
But little do they know the reason why they in spirals
Battle more regrets I take a chance with death
I Need a way to stop like I'm suicidal
Talk to god when i look in the mirror
I'm more afraid cause I'm calling and he never appears
Money has a way to talk the only thing that i hear
Generation full of badasses we don't care
Back in 95 middle of September
Conversation in the making
Only thing i could remember
Now i grab a pen a paper
Write it all down till my hand hurts
They can only keep you stuck if you keep popping them perks
And I'm off with the works
If I take the lost now than WTF am i worth
Nothing more than a big ass pile of dirt
Living life everyday like I'm stuck in a curse
MAN FUCK THAT CURSE
They call me psycho
I must be psycho
The hell if i know
All i know I'm running through my head
Many voices in my mind goo
Im a mother fucking psycho
Dont fuck with the psycho
Cause you never know
What a person like that unfolds
Play it safe cause theres fake out there
Im unaware with it anyways
If i had a dolla every time
Another rapper wasted lines
You would of already been seeing me inside that safe
I just regulate and listen to the voices in the phase
When I'm talking back is when Im plugging in that interface
They don't tell me wrong just to end it all in different ways
Something like a coach on the sideline calling plays
But i stay calm keep my composure
Never know how strong until it really takes over
Dont lose your grip rev up your motor
Pushing my luck 4 leafs to my clover
So i break it down
All the time Cause I'm a stoner
Say what's on my mind until the time that's its over
I can see it in my eyes ya its getting closer
Eating at my soul dead caucus to the vultures
So i puff the roaches
And think about the life I live
How my life is gonna shine with these bright ideas
How could People be so blind too that fake ass shit
But when its time to make it mine It don't make no sense
Might be hard to find another rapper like this
And I ain't sitting in the field I'm more over the fence
No remorse in advance
People looking at me crazy like
Bobby how do you even think of this shit
They call me psycho
I must be psycho
The hell if i know
All i know I'm running through my head
Many voices in my mind goo
Im a mother fucking psycho
Dont fuck with the psycho
Cause you never know
What a person like that unfolds
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hertzog Ii
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