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Psyche
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Psyche was released on April 16, 2025 by THREE EYES OPEN as a part of the album Psyche - Single
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Release DateApril 16, 2025
LabelTHREE EYES OPEN
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reyniel Alfonzo Tapia
Reyniel Alfonzo Tapia
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reyniel Alfonzo Tapia
Reyniel Alfonzo Tapia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reyniel Alfonzo Tapia
Reyniel Alfonzo Tapia
Producer

Lyrics

Look at my whip my wrist my chick
Used to look up to **** like me
Look at yo whip yo wrist yo chick
That shit will fuck up your psyche
Look at my whip my wrist my chick
Used to look up to **** like me
Look at yo whip yo wrist yo chick
That shit will fuck up your psyche
Look at my whip my wrist my chick
Used to look up to **** like me
Look at yo whip yo wrist yo chick
That shit will fuck up your psyche
Look at my shirt, my pants, my kicks
Lookin like I'm fresh off the runway
Every single day I'm taking them risks
Trynna get a billion some day
Hop in the drop top off them psychs
Went the wrong way on the one way
Fuckin with the opps baby please say sike
You don't wanna hop in the gunplay
The blunt gets louder the longer you smoke it
Shit feels like a crescendo
When you smoke blunts up in that foreign
Make sure you ash out the window
If you wanna fuck baby give it to me straight
Don't give me no innuendos
Wanna be great shit comes with the hate
This shit is not for pretendos
I don't cry over thots, bitch it aint that deep
I'm making music while my opps sleep
Plug dropped off them packs in a Trackhawk Jeep
If you aint talking money then we got beef
Bitch I beat up the block like a young Ali
Then I micro-dose shrooms in a penthouse suite
I'm thinkin bout racks when I brush my teeth
Got her grinding up zaza as we speak
Been at the spot
Sellin that crop
Making it hopscotch
I fell in love with a bop
Paint on her box
Feel like its Basquiat
You trynna take my spot
You're smokin on rocks
You need detox
Give a bad bitch heat shock
Realest **** in the equinox
Look at my whip my wrist my chick
Used to look up to **** like me
Look at yo whip yo wrist yo chick
That shit will fuck up your psyche
Look at my shirt, my pants, my kicks
Lookin like I'm fresh off the runway
Every single day I'm taking them risks
Trynna get a billion some day
Hop in the drop top off them psychs
Went the wrong way on the one way
Fuckin with the opps baby please say sike
You don't wanna hop in the gunplay
The blunt gets louder the longer you smoke it
Shit feels like a crescendo
When you smoke blunts up in that foreign
Make sure you ash out the window
If you wanna fuck baby give it to me straight
Don't give me no innuendos
Wanna be great shit comes with the hate
This shit is not for pretendos
Been at the spot
Selling that crop
Making it hopscotch
I fell in love with a bop
Paint on her box
Feel like its Basquiat
You trynna take my spot
You're smokin on rocks
You need detox
Give a bad bitch heat shock
Realest **** in the equinox
Written by: Reyniel Alfonzo Tapia
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