4C - Home Aid Psycho Lyrics

Run away, run away, run away
Every time I see the smoke it's like a gas station
Like there ain't no way he figured it out, you can't be mad as Satan
Now how the f*ck did I get into the position with all the pages

And I'm over here stuck taking drugs that's not even prescripted
So much damn damage, you hate it every time you go for the hit
They keep on saying it, repetitive as you, yeah
He knows I'm missing, crashing out on the mic

My stomach only switching when the sun is not up to rise
Caught him by surprise, but this shit was a gift for me
I got so f*cking high they call it the tree a mystery
Like how you just look at something at first sight and think of filthy things

Wanna go pick up the pint but you're scared of tilting into me, yeah
They said it's the death of me, everything's the death of you if you look at it like it's sesame
Double jump with this shit like it's a f*cking chess piece
I run this game like you know how the masters be

Bro turned to an animal, you know he was good with God at first
Like a red flag given to a bull who didn't wanna run on the dirt
The f*cking monster will go into it anyways because they laugh and then they hurt, yeah
Yeah, the weed makes you feel worthless but that's after it works

I kept taking it because it doesn't burn
Taking your own f*cking medicine and they saying that you can't learn
They open the door, I'm the only one that put more than two steps in
Because I like the curse, yeah she like the purse

Bitches used to work until them perks came in
She touched a f*cking tongue, does it taste like serpent skin
Everybody worry about their life, I'm worried about their after ends
You gon' need a certain type of scanner if you wanna get in my head

Yeah, like f*cking pancakes and you know that syrup ain't red
Nothing is good for you unless you let it be
Like why aren't you trying to put in the pain to get yourself a Jesus piece
Guess I'm psycho, guess I'm a lunatic for wanting stress relieved

Mom said no, that's how I knew she ain't know the best for me
I see the bug, I see the fly, I see the wings, it ain't a pest to me
You done put the game inside an egg and then went and cracked the key
Still not impressed from the rest that I gave

From the broken chest that I made and the touch of sin and the pain
Where the f*ck you put the cross on the chain
You ain't lost, you still got time for the frame