Lirik Lagu Psycho - Dave
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Tuesday, 23rd of January, 2018I'm here with DavidThis is our first sessionWe're just gonna talk about your backgroundWhere you're from, any issues you've been dealing withSo, where should we start?
LookStop all the painHow do you stop all the pain, huh?I used to hear a voice when I was prayingBut nowadays, I don't even wanna be savedNah, fuck that, I don't wanna be savedI was born to be wild, I don't wanna be tamedTalent's in my blood and I don't wanna be vainBut if I'm a psycho, then I don't wanna be saneI used to dream of this shit when I was hopping on trainSo, so bad, I used to want all the fameMy ex-girl want to shoot a cover for VogueWhich is pretty ironic 'cause she's top of the rangeIf any one of you take a shot on a trackMy niggas come back and put a shot in your frameEasy as the alphabetThree G's in the ring, call me AlvarezMy teacher used to say I need counselingCouldn't stop asking me, "What do you feel?"There's so many old scars that they wanna revealWe got off on the wrong foot 'cause I don't want him to heal, nahBut if you're looking for a psycho, you got oneI thought I had a screw loose but I lost oneNinety-nine problems, money, it is not oneMy currency's Kenyan, that's in it for the long run, huhTears on a pillowBro, I shed so many tears on a pillowI used to tell my teachers that nobody gets itI don't know Clarke but I know that I'm a Kidult'Cause my mummy ain't been home, miss thinks I'm involvedBlame my environment, it made me a sickoFurthermore, I should bring that bitch down to StreathamAnd then make her spend a day in a veil like a widowKiddo, we seen swords longer than a limoMy bros are blacksmiths like Jaden and WillowMan, there's weapons over here, we're reppin' over hereWe're from the Southside but it's Streatham over hereNo telling if you're selling, hold the wettin' over hereGet him over here, who the fuck is checkin' over here?Most my niggas are the ones applying pressure over hereFuck assault, I can get a nigga peppered over here, whoaWe wanted more, then some food on the strip or moving a brickMy niggas went to school with the rich and we were brokeHiding crow in a Rubicon drinkWhich is funny 'cause that's how we put food in the fridgeSo, who am I?Someone tryna live his best lifeI just wanna take a pretty woman for a test driveIf I bring her to my room and I press, IGuarantee she gonna see the force like an ex-wifePeople tell me I'm a little bit barmyFor my army, I need a bottle of BacardiIf it's me and a pouch with my dargyShawty, you're seeing two stars in the partyFuck what you heardI'm a pop boy and I ain't giving man a turnI don't wanna know a pretty woman wanna flirtLearned you can judge a nigga by the women that he curvesI love this game, I ain't lost focusI'm a hitmaker, if you haven't noticedI could be the rapper with the message like you're hopingBut what's the point in me being the best if no one knows it?Brother I'm a careful, humble, reckless, arrogant, extravagantNigga probably battlin' with manic depressionMan, I think I'm going mad againIt's like I'm happy for a second then I'm sad againAnd to my fans, the reason I could get to thisYou're my drug, the instrumental my therapistMan, I need some therapyMy girl saying that she'll never leaveI'm scared she gonna find a better meDeeper insecurities, likeWhat if I don't leave a legacy?Money, why they check for me?Mummy lost respect for meI wish we could be together but that ain't how life worksI used to cry about my dad until my fucking eyes burntNose running, you don't know nothingBefore I put a penny on the table, I provided for my familyHeld my mother's hand through the agony, heyYou 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 itSuicide doesn't stop the pain, you're only moving itLives that you're ruiningThoughts of a world without you in it, hidingI ain't psycho but my life is
LookStop all the painHow do you stop all the pain, huh?I used to hear a voice when I was prayingBut nowadays, I don't even wanna be savedNah, fuck that, I don't wanna be savedI was born to be wild, I don't wanna be tamedTalent's in my blood and I don't wanna be vainBut if I'm a psycho, then I don't wanna be saneI used to dream of this shit when I was hopping on trainSo, so bad, I used to want all the fameMy ex-girl want to shoot a cover for VogueWhich is pretty ironic 'cause she's top of the rangeIf any one of you take a shot on a trackMy niggas come back and put a shot in your frameEasy as the alphabetThree G's in the ring, call me AlvarezMy teacher used to say I need counselingCouldn't stop asking me, "What do you feel?"There's so many old scars that they wanna revealWe got off on the wrong foot 'cause I don't want him to heal, nahBut if you're looking for a psycho, you got oneI thought I had a screw loose but I lost oneNinety-nine problems, money, it is not oneMy currency's Kenyan, that's in it for the long run, huhTears on a pillowBro, I shed so many tears on a pillowI used to tell my teachers that nobody gets itI don't know Clarke but I know that I'm a Kidult'Cause my mummy ain't been home, miss thinks I'm involvedBlame my environment, it made me a sickoFurthermore, I should bring that bitch down to StreathamAnd then make her spend a day in a veil like a widowKiddo, we seen swords longer than a limoMy bros are blacksmiths like Jaden and WillowMan, there's weapons over here, we're reppin' over hereWe're from the Southside but it's Streatham over hereNo telling if you're selling, hold the wettin' over hereGet him over here, who the fuck is checkin' over here?Most my niggas are the ones applying pressure over hereFuck assault, I can get a nigga peppered over here, whoaWe wanted more, then some food on the strip or moving a brickMy niggas went to school with the rich and we were brokeHiding crow in a Rubicon drinkWhich is funny 'cause that's how we put food in the fridgeSo, who am I?Someone tryna live his best lifeI just wanna take a pretty woman for a test driveIf I bring her to my room and I press, IGuarantee she gonna see the force like an ex-wifePeople tell me I'm a little bit barmyFor my army, I need a bottle of BacardiIf it's me and a pouch with my dargyShawty, you're seeing two stars in the partyFuck what you heardI'm a pop boy and I ain't giving man a turnI don't wanna know a pretty woman wanna flirtLearned you can judge a nigga by the women that he curvesI love this game, I ain't lost focusI'm a hitmaker, if you haven't noticedI could be the rapper with the message like you're hopingBut what's the point in me being the best if no one knows it?Brother I'm a careful, humble, reckless, arrogant, extravagantNigga probably battlin' with manic depressionMan, I think I'm going mad againIt's like I'm happy for a second then I'm sad againAnd to my fans, the reason I could get to thisYou're my drug, the instrumental my therapistMan, I need some therapyMy girl saying that she'll never leaveI'm scared she gonna find a better meDeeper insecurities, likeWhat if I don't leave a legacy?Money, why they check for me?Mummy lost respect for meI wish we could be together but that ain't how life worksI used to cry about my dad until my fucking eyes burntNose running, you don't know nothingBefore I put a penny on the table, I provided for my familyHeld my mother's hand through the agony, heyYou 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 itSuicide doesn't stop the pain, you're only moving itLives that you're ruiningThoughts of a world without you in it, hidingI ain't psycho but my life is
