PSYCHO

Is you lyin' or not? Is you lyin' or not?
Got me pickin' rose petals, do you love me or not?
Is you lyin'?
No smoke, I’m way too cold to cut down
I’m in your city, yeah what’s up now?
Mind over her, like I’m runnin' town
I’m in the middle, don’t you pull it out
She dancin' like the Rollie, she a buss down
Bring it down, to show
Turn it around and make it flashy (I'm talkin' peach cream)
That dirty talk, she make it classy
You got me thinkin', baby, you got me askin'
Am I your psycho?
Yeah, is you lyin' or not?
It’s my head, it’s your nose
If my dawgs know
And if my dawgs wanted you dead, there’s no way we’re too close
Am I psycho?
Is you lyin' or not?
It’s your head, it’s fake parts, you’re a typo
What a mistake
Fair or not
fair or not
Fair or not
I’m vulnerable
Table for two
Wasn’t me
Wasn’t you
All thse thoughts hittin' my mind (Hittin' my mind)
I think about it all the time
Stains
I got blood drippin' from my brain
you got it, got it lockd up in these chains
Quarantine, I think I’m goin' insane
Don’t let me catch you dippin', switchin' lane
Am I your psycho?
Yeah, is you lyin' or not?
It’s my head, it’s your nose
If my dawgs know
And if my dawgs wanted you dead, there’s no way we’re too close
Am I psycho?
Is you lyin' or not?
It’s your head, it’s fake parts, you’re a typo
What a mistake
It’s your head, it’s fake parts, you’re a typo
What a mistake