Lyrics:
to see
I’ve been a loner
A stoner
A psycho and a crook
A crier
A moaner
A deadbeat by the book
Just to see
Oh just to see
screens
I'd go mad just number crunching
Backstabbing work mates chillin in the luncheon
Suits all week but I'd look too swarve
Can't stand wearing shoes
putting much in it
I never thought I'd get this mad
I'm glad I did it, I admit it
Feel so much better, a neck wetter, a throat shredder
I got blood
Didn't seem like Billy had money problems
But did he really?
Billy saw the child
Billy thought he'd be silly
Billy took the child under his wing
Called
Jabbing it
Mad stamina dammit
Can famine and cramming an animal
Into a pan damage the cannibal hannibal's hands
Bird berry
Walk in my burberrys
I herd
to fight so just swallow your pride
Before I come inside your crib and kidnap the shorty and bride
Every nigga alive wish he had a psycho status
Will your
Poseur to Atlas
I'd give a fuck if you got past this
These niggas just blocked up the passage
With all of his baggage
Mad, cause he lacking the magic
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Oh I got 'em mad now)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Oh I got 'em mad)
Oh I got 'em mad, they can't knock me off my shine
Thought I told
LOL, never ever let you live down mad
If I were in your shoes
I'd forever be embarrassed
Stay the fuck off my phone
I don't wanna talk to you no I don't
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
with me, I'll fuck with you in more ways you can count
This ain't new to me
The crazy game's what I'm about
Call me psycho
Call me mad
In the end you'd
you please pass this report to Judge Battle
Mr. Fitzpatrick there's a few questions I'd like to ask you
You said you was outside the store in
Double R
Bad bitch, bag o’ large
And my circle small
Risin’ till I fall
Done this shit yesterday and I’d do this shit tomorrow
Yeah we livin’ large
Ridin’
now I am here to stay
Who are you to judge
What have you even done today
Trapped in the rat race
Running around in circles
Yeah I wasted my time now I
Filas she ain't want me wearing the good nikes shed know I'd fuck em up by stomping out somebody son.
Stabbed a Bwoy in grade school wit a 2b grew up shot
putting much in it
I never thought I'd get this mad
I'm glad I did it, I admit it
Feel so much better, a neck wetter, a throat shredder
I got blood
Living by a cycle
Living like a psycho
Fuck it, man i might go (Go!)
I might go, i might go (Go!)
Why we always sad? why we always mad
Why we always glad
Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe
What? What?
My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deaf
Mics come with a teflon vest, my
this cycle, all these bitches they drive me psycho
Took her soul, she go where I go
Light this bowl for the pain in my soul
In my soul yeah, I don't feel
chances are you might go Mad after you journey through this Psycho Path
Zero Zigzags, i Think Fast
Seen trash enough to know that Pound for Pound the Scent
the blade (yeah), how it get tragic (yeah)
Norman Bates (yuh, yuh), psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin' (ayy)
Hol' up, wait (huh), let me do this
along with me
It's cheaper to keep her
(It's cheaper to keep her)
By the time you get through
Looking that judge in the face
You're gonna wanna
fools
Fuck nigga I C's in the trap
Run circles on niggas, I gone by two laps
Got bands in my pants
Got yo' bitch out my lap
A quick understanding
I'm
Been a tough road, been a tough road
Try to understand the circles of life
Circles of life
But you always there, by my side
Keep telling me things
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