$UICIDEBOY$ FT. YELAWOLF & TECH N9NE - PSYCHOTIC (MUSIC VIDEO)

$UICIDEBOY$ FT. YELAWOLF & TECH N9NE - PSYCHOTIC (MUSIC VIDEO) LYRICS: [VERSE 1] Black mask, black lungs, black thoughts in my brain, Six feet from the edge, still dancing in the rain. Cold sweat, no rest, got a head full of static, Voices in the walls, every night getting graphic. Bass hit heavy, make the whole floor shake, Eyes bloodshot, been awake for days. Crawling through the shadows with a heart made of stone, Got a thousand different demons but I'm standing alone. Click-clack, mind snap, everything distorted, Whole damn life like a nightmare recorded. No peace, no sleep, just a head full of noise, I'm a walking catastrophe, destroy and destroy. [VERSE 2] Psycho, psycho, psychotic tendencies, Running through the darkness with my own worst enemy. Blackout, crash out, never needed sympathy, Every single thought turning into an emergency. Back in the labyrinth, trapped in the madness, Mind going savage, I'm laughing at sadness. Rapidly snapping, attacking the pattern, I'm back in the attic with ghosts in the rafters. No brakes, no faith, no face in the mirror, Every time I blink, all the nightmares get clearer. Heart like winter, veins full of thunder, Buried in the static while the whole world goes under. [HOOK] PSYCHOTIC! (HEY!) Everybody losing control! PSYCHOTIC! (WHAT!) Got a war going on in my soul! PSYCHOTIC! (GO!) Let the whole damn underground know! NO SLEEP! NO PEACE! LET THE MADNESS TAKE CONTROL! [VERSE 3] Mud on the tires and dust on the dashboard, Came from the gutter where nobody asked for Anything given, we hustle and grab more, Raised in the madness, I kick in the trapdoor. Alabama backroad, midnight thunder, Whole damn city going six feet under. Engine growling like a beast in a cage, Got a head full of gasoline, heart full of rage. Tick-tock, wristwatch, time getting twisted, Life in the fast lane, never resisted. White lightning striking the side of the highway, Mind going sideways, doing it my way. I don't need saving, I came from the chaos, Learned how to hustle when everything paid off. Southern-fried venom, I'm spitting it vicious, Call me psychotic, I'm handling business! [VERSE 4] I'm a maniac, brainiac, bringing the panic back, Everybody running when I hit 'em with a rapid attack. Automatic syllables, flipping 'em, ripping 'em, Never been a minimum, I'm hitting the maximum! Madness is massive, I'm back in the action, I'm cracking the pattern with rapid reactions. A savage with passion, attacking the fractions, I'm stacking the syllables, causing distractions! Psychological, illogical, unstoppable phenomenon, Running through the rhythm like a ticking time bomb. Twisted and gifted, I'm shifting the diction, A lyrical sickness, a vicious addiction! Never gonna settle, got a head full of metal, Put the pedal to the floor, let the bass hit the devil. When the darkness gets loud and the whole crowd rocking, Everybody scream that the whole world's PSYCHOTIC! [FINAL HOOK] PSYCHOTIC! (HEY!) Everybody losing control! PSYCHOTIC! (WHAT!) Got a war going on in my soul! PSYCHOTIC! (GO!) Let the whole damn underground know! NO SLEEP! NO PEACE! LET THE MADNESS TAKE CONTROL! PSYCHOTIC! PSYCHOTIC! Whole damn world going PSYCHOTIC! IT'S NOT A REAL SONG Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0KERg... Instagram:   / trunkbangersmusic   Business Email: trunkbangersmusic@gmail.com #suicideboys #yelawolf #techn9ne