Pysche
Mmm
Selling my soul is not very saint like
Moving like kyrie in the paint like
My freedom a feint fight
Your leader the fake type
He have u bleeding in the back with a couple of steak knives
No matter don't waste time
Your voice is a taint type
My album uh take time
Your madness erase minds
I'm jamming embrace mine
A tandem who make fine
They resorting to hate crimes
My balance uh take shine
This challenge away from
Your sadness became mine
This caddy uh break tide
It's silent as say son
My body like snake skin i'm drowning away from
My body won't change cuz
Come hide in the great wild
Your silence, I hate how
My brother the lake now
I'm tired of the same crowd
This smoking a day job
Who fit in the wave style?
Come mate with the great loud
I mastered the way Tao
I figured a way out
They saying it's fate now
I was under pressure, sailor sang the same song
Brodie tried to hit it told lil bro to hang on
I was finna save him but I said there he go
Mama wondering where all this money came from
Playing entertainment for the fucking tell show
My Fortune came true I held it, couldn't let it go
Selling my soul is not very saint like
Moving like kyrie in the paint like
My freedom a feint fight
Your leader the fake type
He have u bleeding in the back with a couple of steak knives
No matter don't waste time
Your voice is a taint type
My album uh take time
Your madness erase minds
I'm jamming embrace mine
A tandem who make fine
They resorting to hate crimes
My balance uh take shine
This challenge away from
Your sadness became mine
This caddy uh break tide
It's silent as say son
My body like snake skin i'm drowning away from
My body won't change cuz
Come hide in the great wild
Your silence, I hate how
My brother the lake now
I'm tired of the same crowd
This smoking a day job
Who fit in the wave style?
Come mate with the great loud
I mastered the way Tao
I figured a way out
They saying it's fate now
I was under pressure, sailor sang the same song
Brodie tried to hit it told lil bro to hang on
I was finna save him but I said there he go
Mama wondering where all this money came from
Playing entertainment for the fucking tell show
My Fortune came true I held it, couldn't let it go
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Writer(s): Sylo Rai
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