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Clouds - Psychotic Thoughts Lyrics



Clouds - Psychotic Thoughts Lyrics
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Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
All these xans got me going f*cking psycho
Bitch I keep a 5.7 like a motherf*cking haiku
Keep a mask on my motherf*cking face
In the f*cking nighttime dressing up like cosplay
In the field you're a patch of dead grass
When it comes to metals bitch I bet I'm something like brass
Or some led cause I go through your skull
Now your dead as a f*cking result
Uh
And I say f*ck the fame
Bitch I do it for the fun like a motherf*cking game
What?
And I say f*ck the pain
Bitch I'm taking all these drugs until I end up in a grave
And I'm going f*cking dumbo like I'm rigby
My homie mordecai he finally thinking clearly
Bitch we keep some guns you better keep it wary
And my whole team is royalty they call me prince harry
Damn
And I never was a cool kid
But the money told me "Pablo you that man"
And you told me that you really about it
But when you saw me boy you motherf*cking ran
And my brodie making money off them methods
I'm still making money off these motherf*cking scripts
And I'm showing you the motherf*cking exit
I got access to doorknobs you don't even know exist
3 pills now I fall in the abyss
Give a f*ck bout your family give a f*ck about your kids
With the homie Saiph, with the homie Zay
Posted up with demons I can guarantee it ain't safe
It's hundos records that's the motherf*cking team
On the motherf*cking beat yeah we got pistol Pete
What?
And I'm smoking all this tree
In my motherf*cking cup I got 3 lines of codeine
Yuh
Rolling off this molly
Ye my vision keeps on spinning I can barely f*cking see
What?
Bitch I'm high as can be
All these motherf*cking drugs but I cannot feel a thing
Yeah
Keep a dick in my gun
Ay
A dead man can't see my face
What?
Give a f*ck about your bruh
Yeah
That's a suicide case
Damn
And we ride with them 'matics
Bitch I'm stalking your team like I am a fanatic
Shit
And your teams full of maggots
They leach off the food that don't fit in your palate
What?
And I say f*ck them suckers
I ride with my team til I am six feet under
Ay
F*cked that bitch with no rubber
She took a plan b so she won't be a mother
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
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Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
All these xans got me going f*cking psycho
Bitch I keep a 5.7 like a motherf*cking haiku
Keep a mask on my motherf*cking face
In the f*cking nighttime dressing up like cosplay
In the field you're a patch of dead grass
When it comes to metals bitch I bet I'm something like brass
Or some led cause I go through your skull
Now your dead as a f*cking result
Uh
And I say f*ck the fame
Bitch I do it for the fun like a motherf*cking game
What?
And I say f*ck the pain
Bitch I'm taking all these drugs until I end up in a grave
And I'm going f*cking dumbo like I'm rigby
My homie mordecai he finally thinking clearly
Bitch we keep some guns you better keep it wary
And my whole team is royalty they call me prince harry
Damn
And I never was a cool kid
But the money told me "Pablo you that man"
And you told me that you really about it
But when you saw me boy you motherf*cking ran
And my brodie making money off them methods
I'm still making money off these motherf*cking scripts
And I'm showing you the motherf*cking exit
I got access to doorknobs you don't even know exist
3 pills now I fall in the abyss
Give a f*ck bout your family give a f*ck about your kids
With the homie Saiph, with the homie Zay
Posted up with demons I can guarantee it ain't safe
It's hundos records that's the motherf*cking team
On the motherf*cking beat yeah we got pistol Pete
What?
And I'm smoking all this tree
In my motherf*cking cup I got 3 lines of codeine
Yuh
Rolling off this molly
Ye my vision keeps on spinning I can barely f*cking see
What?
Bitch I'm high as can be
All these motherf*cking drugs but I cannot feel a thing
Yeah
Keep a dick in my gun
Ay
A dead man can't see my face
What?
Give a f*ck about your bruh
Yeah
That's a suicide case
Damn
And we ride with them 'matics
Bitch I'm stalking your team like I am a fanatic
Shit
And your teams full of maggots
They leach off the food that don't fit in your palate
What?
And I say f*ck them suckers
I ride with my team til I am six feet under
Ay
F*cked that bitch with no rubber
She took a plan b so she won't be a mother
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
Going psycho, going psycho
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Writer: Pablo Salceda
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Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Pablo Salceda

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