by Dave

Album: Psychodrama (2019)
  • 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?

    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 tamed
    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 hopping on train
    So, so bad, I used to want all the fame
    My ex-girl want to 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 niggas come back and put a shot in your frame
    Easy as the alphabet
    Three 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 him 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
    Ninety-nine problems, money, it is not one
    My currency's Kenyan, that's in it for the long run, huh
    Tears on a pillow
    Bro, I shed so many tears on a pillow
    I used to tell my teachers that 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
    We're from the Southside but it's Streatham over here
    No telling if you're selling, hold the wettin' over here
    Get him over here, who the fuck is checkin' over here?
    Most my niggas are the ones applying pressure over here
    Fuck assault, I can get a nigga peppered over here, whoa
    We wanted more, then some food on the strip or moving a brick
    My niggas 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 an 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 seeing two stars in the party
    Fuck what you heard
    I'm a pop boy and I ain't giving man a turn
    I don't wanna know a pretty woman wanna flirt
    Learned you can judge a nigga by the women that he curves
    I love this game, I ain't lost focus
    I'm a hitmaker, if you ever noticed
    I could be the rapper with the 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
    Nigga 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 saying that she'll never leave
    I'm scared she 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 fucking eyes burnt
    Nose running, you don't know nothing
    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 'sleep 'case you don't wanna be awake?
    In a way, you're tired of the reality you face?
    If you're thinking 'bout doing it
    Suicide doesn't stop the pain, you're only moving it
    Lives that you're ruining
    Thoughts of a world without you in it, hiding
    I ain't psycho but my life is Writer/s: Alexander Alexi Von Guggenberg, David Orobosa Omoregie, Joshua Bruce Williams, Kyle Evans, Margaret C Eckford
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind


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