Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Psycho, artist - Dave. Album song PSYCHODRAMA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dave, Neighbourhood
Song language: English
Psycho |
Tuesday, 23rd of January, 2018 |
I’m here with David |
This is our first session |
We’re just gonna talk about your background |
Where you’re from, any issues you’ve been dealing with |
So, where should we start? |
Look |
Stop all the pain |
How do you stop all the pain, huh? |
I used to hear a voice when I was praying |
But nowadays, I don’t even wanna be saved |
Nah, fuck that, I don’t wanna be saved |
I was born to be wild, I don’t wanna be tamed |
Talent’s in my blood and I don’t wanna be vain |
But if I’m a psycho, then I don’t wanna be sane |
I used to dream of this shit when I was hopping on train |
So, so bad, I used to want all the fame |
My ex-girl want to shoot a cover for Vogue |
Which is pretty ironic 'cause she’s top of the range |
If any one of you take a shot on a track |
My niggas come back and put a shot in your frame |
Easy as the alphabet |
Three G’s in the ring, call me Alvarez |
My teacher used to say I need counseling |
Couldn’t stop asking me, «What do you feel?» |
There’s so many old scars that they wanna reveal |
We got off on the wrong foot 'cause I don’t want him to heal, nah |
But if you’re looking for a psycho, you got one |
I thought I had a screw loose but I lost one |
Ninety-nine problems, money, it is not one |
My currency’s Kenyan, that’s in it for the long run, huh |
Tears on a pillow |
Bro, I shed so many tears on a pillow |
I used to tell my teachers that nobody gets it |
I don’t know Clarke but I know that I’m a Kidult |
'Cause my mummy ain’t been home, miss thinks I’m involved |
Blame my environment, it made me a sicko |
Furthermore, I should bring that bitch down to Streatham |
And then make her spend a day in a veil like a widow |
Kiddo, we seen swords longer than a limo |
My bros are blacksmiths like Jaden and Willow |
Man, there’s weapons over here, we’re reppin' over here |
We’re from the Southside but it’s Streatham over here |
No telling if you’re selling, hold the wettin' over here |
Get him over here, who the fuck is checkin' over here? |
Most my niggas are the ones applying pressure over here |
Fuck assault, I can get a nigga peppered over here, whoa |
We wanted more, then some food on the strip or moving a brick |
My niggas went to school with the rich and we were broke |
Hiding crow in a Rubicon drink |
Which is funny 'cause that’s how we put food in the fridge |
So, who am I? |
Someone tryna live his best life |
I just wanna take a pretty woman for a test drive |
If I bring her to my room and I press, I |
Guarantee she gonna see the force like an ex-wife |
People tell me I’m a little bit barmy |
For my army, I need a bottle of Bacardi |
If it’s me and a pouch with my dargy |
Shawty, you’re seeing two stars in the party |
Fuck what you heard |
I’m a top boy and I ain’t giving man a turn |
I don’t wanna know a pretty woman wanna flirt |
Learned you can judge a nigga by the women that he curves |
I love this game, I ain’t lost focus |
I’m a hitmaker, if you haven’t noticed |
I could be the rapper with the message like you’re hoping |
But what’s the point in me being the best if no one knows it? |
Brother I’m a careful, humble, reckless, arrogant, extravagant |
Nigga probably battlin' with manic depression |
Man, I think I’m going mad again |
It’s like I’m happy for a second then I’m sad again |
And to my fans, the reason I could get to this |
You’re my drug, the instrumental my therapist |
Man, I need some therapy |
My girl saying that she’ll never leave |
I’m scared she gonna find a better me |
Deeper insecurities, like |
What if I don’t leave a legacy? |
Money, why they check for me? |
Mummy lost respect for me |
I wish we could be together but that ain’t how life works |
I used to cry about my dad until my fucking eyes burnt |
Nose running, you don’t know nothing |
Before I put a penny on the table, I provided for my family |
Held my mother’s hand through the agony, hey |
You ever fall 'sleep 'cause you don’t wanna be awake? |
In a way, you’re tired of the reality you face? |
If you’re thinking 'bout doing it |
Suicide doesn’t stop the pain, you’re only moving it |
Lives that you’re ruining |
Thoughts of a world without you in it, hiding |
I ain’t psycho but my life is |