Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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(Verse 1)
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Going through your chicken bag
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Snatching every die peace
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Get my whole body dry freezed
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So I can wake up in the future where my mind be
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The head of the tic tac never been lame
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You wish that you could see through my tin bag
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Sadly 2020's not good enough
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You're hella flacky turn your punk ass to dusty stuff
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I'm not even from the city
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The same universe that aliens live in silly
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Admit it you don't know
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I'm not an oscar mayer, oscar mayer
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I'm a sausage grinder
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Saucer liar, saucer flyer
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(Hook)
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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(Verse 2: Ryan Taylor)
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Welcome in this dish and my name James Dean
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Clean like a whistle but I sheen like a vodka
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A cop in the rear view not gonna trip
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All because my attorney cost
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More for the hour than he make in the days
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Slave for the way for the moderate pay
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Not gonna swerv, not gonna speed
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RAD sauce record speed
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Now who would've thought that I saved the day
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But the night that is, righteousness is what I just did
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With a light to spliff
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Tisk, tisk
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On me when I'm on it
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Is Mario gonna hit that? probably
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Obviously I'm a I'm a tab obnoxious
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Locking out your congressmen from hoppin on in the sock shit
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I've been in for policies that no one's ever heard
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Then I bring a concussion to court but of course they always search us
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It's like word up!
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I don't even know what the hell am I talking about
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Any more I swerved up
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Don't be scared baby girl just turn it up
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Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
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(Hook)
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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(Verse 3)
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Gargle your goons, swallow salon
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Squabble my troops and you're not squashing the dudes
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Hippopotamus is just food to a dragon
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But I'm a planet eater man
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Fire breather I snack 'em
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Dress shoes death to a buster
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And I'm not talking about the character on Arthur
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Love the tortoise, much in our fake MC's like torture
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I keep it home made like my mama does
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Keep it home made like taco truck
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Bumpidiy bumpidiy bump
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Enough game to make the motherfucking level freak
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(Hook) x2
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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There's nobody like me
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Can't psych my syke
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Cant Syke
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| Mario Casalini |
