Help me
I can't stand it
I'm losing the grip
This is it
Daily is talking to me in my sleep
Help me
Please
Did I really kill her?
Uh
I think she's running to the wall
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast

I'm losing the grip on life
Cursed with bad thoughts
It's like me and myself trying to take poo man
I'm feeling shadows instead of halos following me
But how can I be afraid of death when it covers me
Don't know who to trust
Or who I should be calling
Everybody left when the stars started falling
To try and help me out
But she told me in the beginning what mother fucks were all about
My woman said she loves me
But I don't believe her
As much as I want to, I can't trust that bitch either
I'm having problems learning life's lessons
When my underwear consists of a vest and a Smith & Wesson
I'm hearing thou shalt not kill
Thou doesn't kill
Then thou get this cat feel
And I was taught self preservation
So if I fear you're a threat to me
You're dead with no hesitation
Maybe I'm losing it, maybe I'm going crazy
The very thought of going insane
els me
My head is torn up with all these toast-like rings
Or maybe I'm just suffering from bad dreams
Psycho-peth, wicked blast
Blast from the past I been at that ass
Psycho-peth, wicked blast
Blast from the past I been at that ass
Psycho-peth, wicked blast
Blast from the past I been at that ass
Psycho-peth, wicked blast
Blast from the past I been at that ass
I had a homie who died in late night
Every since 2019
I haven't been able to find me, seems I've been stuck in the past too
But now I'm back in the present and they still wanna kill
But I ain't trippin' cause it's anything for Buddy
Cause to it all I never doubted that he loved me
And I can feel the angel of death at my door
And if it's my time, then let the chariot swing low
Oh by the way, brother, yeah, I know you hear me
And I can feel your dark ass gettin' near me
But I ain't goin' out like a sucker
I'm reachin' for my glockens, goin' down, motherfucker
Now I'm reachin' for that four to four
Because I ain't goin' out like no
Problems comin', watch me solve them
To a bitch, it's dismissal, to a nigga, a revolver
* around and have a massacre
When I pull this 3A and put your brains on your passenger
You can't * with my team
* around and have me turn your life into a bad dream
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I'll be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I'll be at that ass

Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I'll be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I'll be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I'll be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast
Blast from the past, I'll be at that ass
Psychopath, wrecked and blast