I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics In a psycho, getting sick epidemic

I don't know what it is, makin' me poetic I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic

I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics In a psycho, getting sick epidemic

I don't know what it is, makin' me poetic I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic

Ironic is that the irony makin' me feel like I need therapy

Yeah, jeepers creepers in the Cherokee

Gotta meet the people who take you from me

Sometimes you can be anything that you want

Other times, life can bring you down without a thought

Time will go by, ain't got time to consult

Gotta take what they say with a grain of salt

With a grain of salt, I'ma prove them all

And if I'm gonna fall, then I choose to fall

Only pussy I need, gotta be my cat

All of y'all motherfuckers just hold me back

You treat me a way, tryna get me to react

Then I get painted bad, what the fuck is that

It's a famous rap, no point in going back I'ma pay this tab, then I gotta find my path

I'm way back home to the old days

Only way I know that's okay

I'ma take my time like foreplay

I don't care, man, fuck what the world say

Yeah, way back home to the old days

Only way I know that's okay

I'ma take my time like foreplay

I don't care, man, fuck what the world say

I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics In a psycho, getting sick epidemic

I don't know what it is, makin' me poetic I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic

I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics In a psycho, getting sick epidemic

I don't know what it is, makin' me poetic I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic

Late night, late drive, see the sun setting

In the summer, in the winter, you can come get it

Yeah, I know that I'm always gonna have fun with it

Play with the pussy, beat it like a drum in it

Then I do the runnin, man, yeah, get with the pro

Goin' long like I'm Cunningham, you don't even know

I throw every chance I get out the window

If you want some smoke

Let me know

Say it every song

I don't know what's goin' on

Half the time

I'll be out of it and wrong

I'ma tie up my hands and ghost ride my car

In the middle of nowhere, I ain't ever goin' far

I don't know what's goin' on

Know what's goin' on

Half the time, I'll be out of it and wrong

I'ma tie up my hands and ghost ride my car

In the middle of nowhere, I ain't ever goin' far

A way back home to the old days

Only way I know, that's okay

I'ma take my time like foreplay

I don't care, man, fuck what the world say

Yea a way back home to the old days

Only way I know, that's okay

I'ma take my time, like foreplay

I don't care, man, fuck what the world say

I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics In a psycho, getting sick epidemic

I don't know what it is, making me poetic I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic

I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics In a psycho, getting sick epidemic

I don't know what it is, making me poetic I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic

I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics In a psycho, getting sick epidemic

I don't know what it is, making me poetic I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic

I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics In a psycho, getting sick epidemic

I don't know what it is, making me poetic I'm allergic to you

I'm hypoeallergenic I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics

In a psycho, getting sick epidemic I don't know what it is, making me poetic

I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic I'm psycho, trippin' on psychedelics

In a psycho, getting sick epidemic I don't know what it is, making me poetic

I'm allergic to you, I'm hypoallergenic

Only way I know that's okay I'ma take my time like foreplay

I don't care man, fuck what the world say

Yeah, way back home to the old days

Only way I know that's okay

I'ma take my time like foreplay

I don't care man, fuck what the world say