Lyrics

I might just go psycho
Too many drunk white hoes
I might just go psycho
Too many drunk white hoes
Said I won't but I might, though
Walkin' on a tightrope
Do it just in spite, though
Backwoods got my eyes low
I might just go psycho
Backwoods had my eyes low
I just left in the Porsche
I'm movin' too fast, I cannot slow it down
On my way to the morgue
I'm dying young if I don't slow it down
Too much cash in the bag
I'm burnin' it all, nothing can stop me now
Gave you one more chance
You lost that shit and you just lost a crown
Said she loved me but she lied though
No evidence, it's evident you lied slow
But I knew quick, grew up, lose shit
Changed my mind, I don't lose bitch
Might go blind, psychic, I just knew it
I might just go psycho
Too many drunk white hoes
I might just go psycho
Too many drunk white hoes
Said I won't but I might, though
Walkin' on a tightrope
Do it just in spite, though
Backwoods got my eyes low
I might just go psycho
Backwoods had my eyes low (My eyes)
Spend my money where my time goes
I got none else like those
Focus on my cash flow
Enlightened, feel like Osho
Up all night, I'm on the road
See me, they take photos
Photos
I might just go psycho
Too many drunk white hoes
I might just go psycho
Too many drunk white hoes
Said I won't but I might, though
Walkin' on a tightrope
Do it just in spite, though
Backwoods got my eyes low
I might just go psycho
Backwoods had my eyes low
I might just go psycho
Too many drunk white hoes
Said I won't but I might, though
Walkin' on a tightrope
Do it just in spite, though
Backwoods got my eyes low
I might just go psycho
Backwoods had my eyes low
I'm so psycho for you
I might just go psycho
Too many drunk white hoes
Said I won't but I might, though
Said I won't but I might, though
Written by: Mason Benjamin Rupper, Taylor King
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