Dave - Psycho lyrics

[Intro] Tuesday, 23rd of January, 2018 I'm here with David This is our first session We're just gonna talk about your background Where you're from, any issues you've been dealing with So, where should we start? [Verse] Look Stop all the pain How do you stop all the pain, huh? I used to hear a voice when I was praying But nowadays, I don't even wanna be saved Nah, f** that, I don't wanna be saved I was born to be wild, I don't wanna be tamed Talent's in my blood and I don't wanna be vain But if I'm a psycho, then I don't wanna be sane I used to dream of this sh** when I was hopping on train So, so bad, I used to want all the fame My ex-girl want to shoot a cover for Vogue Which is pretty ironic 'cause she's top of the range If any one of you take a shot on a track My n***as come back and put a shot in your frame Easy as the alphabet Three G's in the ring, call me Alvarez My teacher used to say I need counseling Couldn't stop asking me, "What do you feel?" There's so many old scars that they wanna reveal We got off on the wrong foot 'cause I don't want him to heal, nah But if you're looking for a psycho, you got one I thought I had a screw loose but I lost one Ninety-nine problems, money, it is not one My currency's Kenyan, that's in it for the long run, huh Tears on a pillow Bro, I shed so many tears on a pillow I used to tell my teachers that nobody gets it I don't know Clarke but I know that I'm a Kidult 'Cause my mummy ain't been home, miss thinks I'm involved Blame my environment, it made me a sicko Furthermore, I should bring that b**h down to Streatham And then make her spend a day in a veil like a widow Kiddo, we seen swords longer than a limo My bros are blacksmiths like Jaden and Willow Man, there's weapons over here, we're reppin' over here We're from the Southside but it's Streatham over here No telling if you're selling, hold the wettin' here Get him over here, who the f** is checkin' over here? Most my n***as are the ones applying pressure over here f** a**ault, I can get a n***a peppered over here, whoa We wanted more, then some food on the strip or moving a brick My n***as went to school with the rich and we were broke Hiding crow in a Rubicon drink Which is funny 'cause that's how we put food in the fridge So, who am I? Someone tryna live his best life I just wanna take a pretty woman for a test drive If I bring her to my room and I press, I Guarantee she gonna see the force like an ex-wife People tell me I'm a little bit barmy For my army, I need a bottle of Bacardi If it's me and a pouch with my dargy Shawty, you're seeing two stars in the party f** what you heard I'm a pop boy and I ain't giving man a turn I don't wanna know a pretty woman wanna flirt Learned you can judge a n***a by the women that he curves I love this game, I ain't lost focus I'm a hitmaker, if you ever noticed I could be the rapper with the message like you're hoping But what's the point in me being the best if no one knows it? Brother I'm a careful, humble, reckless, arrogant, extravagant n***a probably battlin' with manic depression Man, I think I'm going mad again It's like I'm happy for a second then I'm sad again And to my fans, the reason I could get to this You're my drug, the instrumental my therapist Man, I need some therapy My girl saying that she'll never leave I'm scared she gonna find a better me Deeper insecurities, like What if I don't leave a legacy? Money, why they check for me? Mummy lost respect for me I wish we could be together but that ain't how life works I used to cry about my dad until my f**ing eyes burnt Nose running, you don't know nothing Before I put a penny on the table, I provided for my family Held my mother's hand through the agony, hey You ever fall 'sleep 'case you don't wanna be awake? In a way, you're tired of the reality you face? If you're thinking 'bout doing it Suicide doesn't stop the pain, you're only moving it Lives that you're ruining Thoughts of a world without you in it, hiding I ain't psycho but my life is