Psycho Lyrics

Look at me, spit a bar

Fuck the love, use it on cars

Casino and bars, hoes and cards

Cigars and scars, psycho and what?

Now. you can give me all the shit that you want

But at the end of the day, I'm gonna tell you this once

You don't wanna ever fuck with me unless you wanna take a million vibrators at once

Now, I'm about to sound like I'm rhymin' off beat

If I want to stay in tune for a second

I'm not a broken record

I'm just a psycho wreckin'

And I reckon, after this album

If you hear it fully all at once and digest it,

You won't regret it

When I die, I want to be called like an angel to the sky and

I want to be known like God was to all his disciples

Yeah, I swear on a record, but for the record

Only the Lord can judge us

Because he knows what's best for us, word to Justice (Money)

So you think I don't know what I'm talking about

When I say only God can judge us

But who are you to say that I go to hell for cussin'?

I go to church every Sunday, but I never said I was innocent

Just because I'm a Christian doesn't make me a perfect son

Even though all I wanted to be was made of perfection, sorry, Mom

Does rap make me a terrible son?

If I don't pull myself up from six feet under

Then what don't I have to suffer?

So help me God, if this is the last song I write

At least I admit to my sins

repent, and maybe after I die

will I be looked up by as a family-friendly man

Or will I have lost was important once or what I held high?

Going through the ringer of life

Still trying to get through this

But after I tried and I failed once to beat this mental illness

And as I hit rock bottom

Nothing left to fall on

When your ass hurts so bad, that you feel you could die

Because you got murdered in your soul

Last time I tried to be so happy, but I was in the darkness

Nobody there to save me, but you only live once

So, you gotta make the most of what you got

Do what you have to, even if you're not in the right mentality

But you gotta pull yourself up