Psycho

Tuesday, 23rd of January, 2018

I'm here with David

This is our first session

We're just gonna talk about your background

Where you're from, any issues you've been dealing with

So, where should we start?

Look

Stop all the pain

How do you stop all the pain, huh?

I used to hear a voice when I was praying

But nowadays I don't even wanna be saved, nah

Fuck that, I don't wanna be saved

I was born to be wild, I don't wanna be tame

Talent's in my blood and I don't wanna be vain

But if I'm a psycho then I don't wanna be sane

I used to dream of this shit when I was hoppin' on train

So, so bad I used to want all the fame

My ex-girl wanna shoot a cover for Vogue

Which is pretty ironic 'cause she's top of the range

If any one of you take a shot on a track

My **** come back and put a shot in your frame

Easy as the alphabet

3 G's in the ring, call me Alvarez

My teacher used to say I need counseling

Couldn't stop asking me, "What do you feel?"

There's so many old scars that they wanna reveal

We got off on the wrong foot 'cause I don't want them to heal

Nah, but if you're looking for a psycho, you got one

I thought I had a screw loose but I lost one

99 problems, money it is not one

My currency's Kenyan, that's in it for the long run

Tears on a pillow

Bruh, I shed so many tears on a pillow

I used to tell my teachers but nobody gets it

I don't know Clarke but I know that I'm a Kidult

'Cause my mummy ain't been home, miss thinks I'm involved

Blame my environment, it made me a sicko

Furthermore, I should bring that bitch down to Streatham

And then make her spend a day in a veil like a widow

Kiddo, we seen swords longer than a limo

My bros are blacksmiths like Jaden and Willow

Man, there's weapons over here, we're reppin' over here

I'm from the south side but it's Streatham over here

No tellin' if you're sellin', hold the wettin' over here

Get him over here

Who the fuck is checkin' over here?

Most my **** are the ones applying pressure over here

Fuck assault, I can get a **** peppered over here

What? We wanted more than some food on the strip or moving a brick

My **** went to school with the rich and we were broke

Hiding crow in a Rubicon drink

Which is funny 'cause that's how we put food in the fridge

So, who am I?

Someone tryna live his best life

I just wanna take a pretty woman for a test drive

If I bring her to my room and I press

I guarantee she gonna see the force like a ex-wife

People tell me I'm a little bit barmy

For my army I need a bottle of Bacardi

If it's me and a pouch with my dargy

Shawty, you're seein' two stars in the party

Fuck what you heard

I'm top boy and I ain't givin' man a turn

I don't wanna know when pretty women wanna flirt

Learned you can judge a **** by the women that he curves

I love this game, I ain't lost focus

I'm a hit maker if you haven't noticed

I could be the rapper with a message like you're hoping

But what's the point in me being the best if no one knows it?

Brother I'm a careful, humble, reckless, arrogant

Extravagant, **** probably battlin' with manic depression

Man, I think I'm going mad again

It's like I'm happy for a second, then I'm sad again

And to my fans, the reason I could get to this

You're my drug, the instrumental, my therapist

Man, I need some therapy

My girl sayin' that she'll never leave

I'm scared she's gonna find a better me

Deeper insecurities

Like, what if I don't leave a legacy?

Money why they check for me

Mummy lost respect for me

I wish that we could be together but that ain't how life works

I used to cry about my dad until my fuckin' eyes burned

Nose runnin'

You don't know nothin'

Before I put a penny on the table, I provided for my family

Held my mother's hand through the agony

Hey, you ever fall asleep 'cause you don't wanna be awake

In a way you're tired of the reality you face?

If you're thinkin' 'bout doin' it

Suicide doesn't stop the pain, you only move it

Lives that you're ruinin'

Thoughts of a world without you in it

Hiding

I ain't psycho, but my life is