Lyrics PSYKEMAN - Lancey Foux

PSYKEMAN

When you talk to me, better talk neat, talk with numbers
See the African gene, singin' like I’m Daddy Lumba
I don’t sip no tea, I get the cake, I never crumble
A-C-I-D, shrooms in the chocolate, Willy Wonka
When they see me, they seen a demon
I got them OMGing (Ooh)
When they see me, they seen a demon
I got them OMGing
And I’m too psyched out, not a human being
They put my nigga on the news 'cause he bop-bop-bop
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Psyke, Psyke, bop-bop-bop)
It’s the Psykeman (Uh, uh, uh), it’s the Psykeman (Uh)
It’s the Psykeman (Psyke), it’s the Psykeman (Uh)
No, I’m not like man (It's the Psykeman), no, I’m not like them (It's the
Psykeman)
It’s the Psykeman (The Psykeman), it’s the Psykeman (The Psykeman)
It’s the Psykeman (The Psykeman), it’s the Psykeman (The Psykeman)
It’s the Psykeman, it’s the Psykeman (Uh)
What do you really know about time speeding up?
Which lasts longer?
A million years, in which nothing happens or ten seconds with fifty-thousand
events crammed into it?
In other words, uh, uh, really, time is only experienced by the events which
occur within it