Testo PSYCHO - "THA REMIX" - Pertinence feat. TEHYA
Testo della canzone PSYCHO - "THA REMIX" (Pertinence feat. TEHYA), tratta dall'album PSYCHO ("THA REMIX")
Oh, my God I hate you so much (you suck, you are the worst person I've ever met)
I cannot stand you (maybe in my entire life ever)
Said that you love me, you liar (cap)
You are an ugly crier (fact)
If you were to be the last woman on earth
Then I would turn Billy Eichner (he's gay)
Like how can you always be tired? (How?)
Like you 23 and retired (what?)
Posting your coochie for rent
Can't blame you it's fire
I know that you in securing rhinestones
You stay wearing sneakers over high-heels
High hopes they live rent-free in my mind
Why you only hit my line when I'm flying to your time-zone? (I love star gazing, oh, my God!)
Lights off, now she's asking to wear my clothes
Doze off, when I woke up left a kind note
Goddamn, think she stole my favorite vinyl
The record on the shelf next to the picture of her smile
Rosé, intoxicated getting wild
Know the saying, if you love it, let it die off
Can't complain', this is the life I always wanted
You don't wanna get me started, baby, trust, I keep it psycho
Sticks and stones, she likes to throw 'em around
My darling lives in her head, giving in to fear and her doubts
A couple of drinks at the bar, then she gonna drive herself home
She tries to cover her scars, ends up just ripping 'em open, and I'm like
Girl, you are dead to me (gross)
Do not send texts to me (blocked)
I will not text you back (I won't)
I told you, you're dead to me (deceased)
I hope you rest in peace (sike)
Spit on your grave
I'm finna piss on the flowers your new man would plant
'Cause you don't deserve a bouquet
Thought she was dead to you (uh-huh)
I know that's far from true (uh-uh)
Puffin' your chest like, I ain't seen texts
And you ain't seen crazy out of me, yet
That's 480 on the area code
Snappin' a pic of me on her front lawn
Tryna make peace with it, but I let her run cold
So we can get back to our happy home
But you wanna act stupid, drooling
Over some bitch in the burbs
I'm truly out of my mind when it comes down to it
Knowing my worth ain't shit to a groupie
Coulda had a love made straight from the movies
Killing me off, Romeo did Julie
Your ass ain't shit but a stain I wipe off my booty
Sticks and stones, she likes to throw 'em around
My darling lives in her head, giving in to fear and her doubts (wow, I'm a great singer)
A couple of drinks at the bar, then she gonna drive herself home (this is crazy, sounds fantastic)
She tries to cover her scars, ends up just ripping 'em open (alright one more)
I know that you in securing rhinestones
You stay wearing sneakers over high-heels
High hopes they live rent-free in my mind (I swear to God don't do it)
Why you only hit my line when I'm flying to your time-zone? (Don't do that shit, one, two, go!)
Lights off, now she's asking to wear my clothes
Doze off, when I woke up left a kind note
Goddamn, think she stole my favorite vinyl
The record on the shelf next to the picture of her smile
Rosé, intoxicated getting wild
Know the saying, if you love it, let it die off
Can't complain', this is the life I always wanted
You don't wanna get me started, baby, trust, I keep it psycho
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Writer(s): Collin Stedman
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