Alison Wonderland, Erick The Architect, Quix, Memba - PSYCHO

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a psycho No one knows I got a pretty face, so they gotta diagnose That I love it when you notice all the thorns on my rose I'm a blood-redded alien, one eye closed Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, I love it Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah I'm a psycho, sick in the head You might catch me in the shadows from the glow of infrared Talking down around my name'll get you sent upstairs with them We could run a friendly fade or put prices on your head I know you like them scary movies I fast forward to the end Girl, I don't intern at the spot He grabbing coffee for his friends Don't seek revenge, that get you washed up in the rinse Don't treat these losses like a win, and if I'm really out my mind I'ma do it all again Man, you know what's going, I got uh-huh, I got paper I got plenty spends, I got friends, I got neighbors Huh, hard to be civil, the game is at peak And they can't even dribble the rock I'm Norman Bates, they missing the plot I'm going until they come tell me to stop I'm a sicko, sick in the head Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a sicko, sick when you're on your knees I'm a sicko, sick in the head Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a sicko, sick when you're on your knees Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a psycho No one knows I got a pretty face, so they gotta diagnose That I love it when you notice all the thorns on my rose I'm a blood-redded alien, one eye clo-clo-clo-closed Yeah, I'm a psycho I'm a sicko, sick in the head I'm a sicko, sick when you're on your knees I'm a sicko, sick in the head I'm a sicko, sick when you're on your knees When you're on your knees When you're on your knees When you're on your knees Yeah, I'm a psycho (Sick, sick) when you're on your knees (Sick, sick) when you're on your knees (Sick, sick) when you're on your knees (Sick, sick) yeah, I'm a psycho Yeah, I'm a psycho No one knows I got a pretty face, so they gotta diagnose That I love it when you notice all the thorns on my rose I'm a blood-redded alien, one eye closed Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it Yeah, I love it