Tsychē - Mind Games Lyrics

Mind games, playing chess
Must be the stress
Monkey on my back
I guess
Seeking what I lack
My best opinions versus facts
I guess
I've been cursed and I've been blessed
I guess
The rest is up to me, to be the change I'm trying to see
Or maybe fly to Tennessee
'cause all my ex's in Tex
But damn I look familiar, don't I?
It's the man of many personas
I can be whoever I wanna if I wanted to
But shit- right now I, don't I?
So fly I'd skydive for freedom, for no reason
Just to give the term "college drop-out" a whole new meaning
It's a new season if I'm trying to be the voice of reason
F*ck the treason
No deceivin'
Shit I'm tired
When I'm rolling and I'm high
And I see them rolling by
Chest swollen so I'm waving "hi"
Chunk deuce at your eye
Then I'm waving bye- just before I chunk deuce out the sky
But I...
I digress
'Ey somebody better pass me the blunt
I'mma get trippy as f*ck
Until you're making assumptions 'bout the buzz
Buzzin' heavy, but still 'bout that life
Don't think twice
Ain't shit free
Everything got it's own price
Ain't that nice?
Acting out- I'm acting out, out of spite
Out of time, crawling out of my skin and out of my mind
Spill my guts on sight, guess that's that Mercury sign
When it's trine to Neptunian grooving intuition design
Everything'll be fine!
Everytime I press rewind, I see it clear in my mind
Out of sight and out of orbit, it's a float or it's a flight
Out of the infinite abyssal darkness I found my light
Call that, that Mercury Trine
That's the bioluminescence, you can't borrow the shine
But I got that Lunar f*ckin' crescent burned impression in the back of my mind
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, I say ugh)
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah- yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
They call me, Sike! Tsyche Sike! Tsyche
A psychic with a thesaurus, not advised to try and bite the
The style I'm making. I'm just making my lane
Shit, I may: go insane, go super saiyan. Know what I'm saying?
I got 'em sittin' and sweatin' and hidin' and prayin'
I'm up
Sike! Tsyche Sike! Tsyche
A psychic with a thesaurus, not advised to try and bite the
The style I'm making. I'm just making my lane
Shit, I may: go insane, go super saiyan. Know what I'm saying?
I got 'em sittin' and sweatin' and hidin' and prayin'
I'm up