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My Psyche
Hip-Hop/Rap
My Psyche was released on January 24, 2026 by Boredom Entertainment as a part of the album My Mental Health Got Worse
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Release DateJanuary 24, 2026
LabelBoredom Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM156

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Youth.
Youth.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lns
Lns
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Youth.
Youth.
Producer

Lyrics

なぜわぼくわざわざそもそもか?
Dododon, hold on, why do you give me kindness?
さいんつじゃないです
あくにでじゃないです
But there's no way in fuck I'll call a chucklefuck ‘your highness’
I try to live Excelsior, meaning “to the highest’
But every day I feel like one of twenty-one pilots
Wish I could go to days where it's okay to be childish
But all the time I'm criticized more than Billie Eilish
“Stylish”, what humans say about some eyelash
“Wilding” came out when fools tried out crashing
Dining and dashing isn't even that bad
When you don't have a single buck to spend or friends to ask
I'm probably biased cause I'm a broke ****
Who's barely had a bone to throw to dogs in five years
I'd probably be dead if I spent another year
In that middle school in uptown, reviving all my fears
The rubbish roast is over, prepare the three cheers
Now put down all the bottles, I don't speak about the beers
The tongue is like a sword that stabs your ears
The mic is like a needle that'll amplify your fears
Hell’s yeah-er, burn up all the rubber speeding up with lightyears
We’ll only truly see a world of peace in light-years
It’s all confirmed my fears
I can’t believe my eyes, mang, I can’t believe my ears
Yeah, yeah, hell’s yeah-er, put your hands up in here
Now put down the gun, homie, get him outta here
I’m almost considering edibles over here
I can’t stand coming up to school, I’m in tears
My sheer existence is existential to my mental
Feeling like junkies on fentanyl tripping out
But I can’t go dipping out
Cause then I’ll get shipped out, without a proper trial
I’m out of my mind, out of voice, out of line
Out of time to keep fuckin’ around, boy, that’s mine
I always consider committing crimes
But then I’d always get arrested for speaking my mind
Like Martin, who said glory to king
Who’s the brother fuckin up the mic? ****, it’s me
Who’s the one who’s got it worst? Yeah, I know that ain’t me
But y’all like to pretend that in the end, you can’t see
How much it sucks to grow up in the “land of opportunity.”
They say that about every country, fuck me
“You don’t know how lucky you are to be free”
Sure, but are we really? We’re not heard or seen
Hell’s yeah, I pray to mein gott for my mental health
But I know damned well that’s a long shot as well as
Some joy to the world, or being comfortable as a girl
Or boys who say, “I’m happy to be me.”
Bitch, please, miss me with that bullshit
Y’all couldn’t give a single shit about your kids, ****
I’m in my last year of childhood, it sucks that I’m here
'Cause you oldheads made it fuckin’ suck to be grown
I can’t own a home, I can’t afford to grow groceries
I can’t afford RAM for a damned PC
A paycheck is spent on rent, we’re upset
Cause we know damned well this shit don’t make no damned sense(cents)
The reds are obsessed with men wearing red
And cause of them fuckheads, a dozen costs ten
I’m deadbent, can’t send my mom assistance
I’m hellbent on gettin’ every red cent
Written by: Lns
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