New Psyche

(Get it)
Still gettin' mad at what I'm sayin'
Saw you at the party, stale
Now I'm surfin', Patrick Swayze
Found Nirvana in me
Teen spirit smellin' like old tea
You had me actin' sixteen, 'bout to turn twenty-three
(True)
Twenty-twenty two treading lightly
Talk to me nicely
Brooklyn on my Spike Lee
Talking bout it's after then
I'm over what has gone and been
When you went off, had other plans
And now you got another man

Now I'm on my own, I'm just tryna to see
Who I wanna be
Saw him at the party swayin'
Now I'm chillin', Jeff Spicoli
Past few months I been feeling like a ghost
In these Nikes
(Hah)
Why you tryna curve me?
Damn, don't take it personally
Rose from the grave with my heart on my sleeve
New psyche
(Yup)
Happy birthday babe
I ain't stressed either way
Got my life back and a brand new lust
I'm bikin'
Get the fuck out my way
Blast Shibuya-kei

Don't mean to take it farther
Sunscreen smell like peach and guava
The beach brain wash away the chip, gotta clean shoulder
Now I'm looking down on my wri' on my wri'
Watanabe on my what?
Surfin, swag style like it's Beychella
Goofy shoot the curl, make me feel better
It's another thing to wish harm on a fella

Slimy thoughts should have known better
Nights moved slow and the days roll quick
Grab the ice in my hand watch it melt in my fist

To see thou in the arms of another
Had to tell myself, sit down buster
Bounce the goo to a waveform
Double-edged closure
And its finally over

Now I'm on my own, I'm just tryna see
Who I wanna be
Saw him on the gram, slay
But I'm chillin', Jeff Spicoli
Past few months I been feeling like a ghost
In these Nikes
(Hah)
Why you tryna curve me?
Damn, don't take it personally
Rose from the grave with my heart on my sleeve
New psyche
(Yup)
Happy birthday babe
I ain't stressed either way
Got my life back and a brand new lust
I'm bikin'
Give a fuck what you heard
You a bitch, he a...