Psychic Lyrics

I've been so high I can't even think

I get poe'd up I don't know my limits

Can you be my Psychic? Read my mind

You should just know when things ain't alright

I've been so high I can't even think

I get poe'd up I don't know my limits

Can you be my Psychic? Read my mind

You should just know when things ain't alright

Woke up at ten in the morning

Headache bumping like I drank an 808

Heartbroken cause I missed them moments

Caught the Holy Ghost off a lil bit of drank,

I was Walking on 40 water

Turnt to wine when I looked at my bank

Ain't no AP cause JP Chase said

you had a helluva night, nigga okay

I dont get breaks

A nigga just broken

Toking

Something sticky

Is we?

On the same page

It seems these days

My friends ain't always with me

And my family always tripping

And my babe don't always get me

And my paper slow

I can't evade the low

I just pray the lords still with me

Yes

I got a whole angel guiding my steps

Will you show me your faith even when I go left

I ain't got no halo over me yet

Please Say yes

Cause things you say under your breath

Just add my pain why we add to my stress

I wade in the rain, I wait on these checks

Who can I call to ease my mind

When I need somebody

Baby won't you slide

I'll Open up and let you deep inside

Heart always guarded

Cause I rarely ever meet your kind

So far from flawless

Baby please just give me some time

Opening my heart

Opening my mind

Opening my eyes

I see

I got some light

I got some life

I cannot slide

I've been so high I can't even think

I get poe'd up I don't know my limits

Can you be my Psychic? Read my mind

You should just know when things ain't alright

I've been so high I can't even think

I get poe'd up I don't know my limits

Can you be my Psychic? Read my mind

You should just know when things ain't alright

We was spending and scheming and drinking and smoking the dough

We was bending and weaving and dreaming and keeping it froze

Then we was sending and freaking and thinking how far will it go?

I can't call on the deacon the preacher to tell me to cope

We was spending and scheming and drinking and smoking the dough

We was bending and weaving and dreaming and keeping it froze

Then we was sending and freaking and thinking how far will it go?

I can't call on the deacon the preacher to tell me to cope