Schitzo Mode ft. Roblay Lyrics

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

Yo, we going psycho

We going way too hard overheating brain cells

Cookin up the CPU with wild brain waves

Better stop before we make brain gumbo

Oh what a weird dimension

Could be the spirit bear matrix better pay attention m

Mad paranoia got me glitchin

I ain't tryna annoya, Lord save me from trippin

Into that never ending mental Hell Storm

Sulfur Flames keeping my mental devils warm.

Grinding my soul uh

Quite the heavy toll yeah

I ain't trying to troll yeah

Another messi goal yeah

Juggling my brain like nemar phenoms

Racing thoughts never stop spirit stay calm

Don't want to be lying in the chalk bro

Schitzoferenia had me in a lock tho

Alll them sus docs kept on squakin pop mo

They want me face up in a bag, with a marked toe

Hold up hoe, you ain't got no loyal bone

Watch your tone

Made me feel less than zero, SB Flows

Liver blows

Got you feindin fo mo, phentanol alcohol

Or some weed or speed or some snowy skiis

Doc's be pushin P, Like that purple lean

Take one for the team, Dreams of R&D, hussle PFP

Purple flower pushin, schitzo did the deed

Anti-psychs mixing with the weed makes you wanna scream

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

They're calling him psycho, he was off the meds

Strap him to the bed

They said he is going through an episode

Leave him alone, he glitchin let his mind load

I see the signs going down this dark road

Get off my case

Give me time to process

I'm just tryna make some progress

Cursing doctors and nurses, they fucking up my conscious

No one's perfect

But bitch you know I'm worth it

I was off the meds thinking suicide

Opened up the fridge codene homicide

Now i overdose, will I survive

About to get revived

folks arrived telling them that it's a scary ride

I was petrified, uncle mortified

Here my shoes baby, come walk a mile

Fucking froze over

Show a smile then I hit you with the cold shoulder

Iced out top to bottom fucking bipolar

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo

We going psycho psycho psycho

We living schitzo, schitzo, schitzo