Psycho (feat. Frxnzo) - Jordan the Poet

Ain't ever stopping so I cut the fuckin Yeah My bars will murder you like felons doing state time Don't need a part of you, I'm thinking with a great mind I ball like Harden do Yeah Yeah Yeah Ain't ever stopping so I cut the fucking break lines My bars will murder you like felons doing state time Don't need a part of you I'm thinking with a great mind I ball like Harden do I hit it from the baseline Ain't ever stopping so I cut the fucking break lines My bars will murder you like felons doing state time Don't need a part of you I'm thinking with a great mind I ball like Harden do I hit it from the baseline So what the fuck should I say Been pretentious and facetious but I'm finding my way Walk on water like I'm Jesus teach a priest how to pray Certain thoughts of mine indecent but I'm preaching for days Until I'm dead in my grave I keep on going for you other suckers Just so I could tell you that I'm better than you motherfuckers Soon I'm doing bigger numbers Living bigger dreams And I'll buy a pair of sneakers every time that mine get creased, oh Moving through the city never see me in the street tho I be writing lyrics Yura chillin' banging beats roll down, oh Barking at these pigeons you would thought I was a hound, oh Deuces to the pitcher when I step up to the mound Like Zeus coming down, light strikes through these hoes Let loose on you clowns like Tyson on blow Gold tooth in my mouth, no slights never fold Make truth out of sound enticing and bold oh I been going on these other sucker Just so I could tell them that I'm better than other fuckers I been doing numbers Shit I give it to them cold bro How these motherfuckers smoke and they can't even roll bro Been harassing these beats Trying to give something different through the Nav's and the Meeks Steady pushing through the ignorance relax and release Tried to show them whats the difference between facts and beliefs Just like a Jack to a Queen Ain't ever stopping so I cut the fucking break lines My bars will murder you like felons doing state time Don't need a part of you I'm thinking with a great mind I ball like Harden do I hit it from the baseline Ain't ever stopping so I cut the fucking break lines My bars will murder you like felons doing state time Don't need a part of you I'm thinking with a great mind I ball like Harden do I hit it from the baseline Trying to tell my story put my pain up in these songs They say I'm doing damage and my rights and really wrong But it turns out niggas were imposters all along But am I wrong to conform and wreck them all And time it keeps on ticking like a motherfucking bomb Type of shit that makes you think "oh what the fuck is going on" But shit, Im trying to heal and I know it takes time Role my demons up like blunts then I fucking face mine but I ain't fucking stopping so I cut the break lines And these bars will murder you like felons doing state time I don't need a part of you I'm thinking with a great mind Then I ball like Harden do I hit it from the baseline but Ain't fucking stopping so I cut the break lines And these bars will murder you like felons doing state time I don't need a part of you I'm thinking with a great mind Then I ball like Harden do I hit it from the baseline

Uh uh Most these nights I can't even think Lose my mind when I'm up in the drink Like Franzo im caught in a brink Take 2 shots no loss issa win Ion need the money ima need the check They don't even hear me so I think they deaf Gotta gunshot and it's right to chest Homie ion know if it's right to flex If it's right to flex Most these nights I sit and pray Laying in my bed when I'm wide awake Riding through the mind on a Harley J Ion even know if I could smoke again Where you at where you go cuz we need you They can't see me cuz I'm feeling like I'm see through Chuck wood like a mothafuckin Bidoof Catch 'em all like a mafukin mewtwo Late night smoke weed to the YouTube Get lit get drunk finna throw up Run up on em had to do it with the pole up Sippin all the liquor through the straw with the cola Most these nights I can't even think Lose my mind when I'm up in the drink Like franzo I'm caught in a brink Take 2 shots no loss issa win Ion even know where to go right now Cuz I been so high kinda hard to go down Pull up on you shoot you with the number pound Gotta call my phone getting lit right now I might have to do it to the underground Cuz I been through hell ima demon child Maybe ima ride with the heathen side When my breathing die and my lungs ain't right Had a lesson with the birds and the bees We play golf better aim for the green Young dumb money turn a M to a B Shout to the ones that love in the street Dwight Shrute baby ima cook with the beets I went to jail got bailed on release Big shot baby ima new DB First paycheck bought a new tv Remember I was little used to play on the wii Gotta a little older and I realized these Moments in life that you can't create Playing the guitar while you strum the bass Dumb choices on a violent case No patience I can hardly wait A lil misfit tryna push the pace So damn drunk do it all again... gain Most these nights I can't even think Lose my mind when I'm up in the drink Like franzo I'm caught in a brink Take 2 shots no loss issa win Aye No loss is win No loss is win Take 2shots no loss it's uh win All my pain let it blow with the wind Ima freestyle I don't ever need a pen Got the offense that you probably can't defend I don't need much I don't need you on my search Dubbing these bitches tryna find a nigga worth Kinda ironic how they gon pop him like a perc Then the same niggas go home and pop another Smurf I remember being young and I didn't have to work Grab my favorite candy and I brung it to the clerk I remember momma ask me when you ever gon learn Hopefully it's not the day that I crash and burn That's why I wake up and go hard Choppa gon burst send that boy to the stars Niggas cap as if they do not know who we are Like tarot deck boy I will pull your card Give 'em an inch and they taking a yard I play my music when I'm in my car Off of the drugs just like Bruno on mars I'll take a perc cause I mentally scarred What do I say doe Nothing to say doe Blow up in bitches just like a volcano Bang just like fredo maybe like tadoe Beat on that pussy just like it's an 80 Bet they spin like a dreidel Red eyes like Kano Duel-wield my pistols I feel like I'm kratos I run to the cake I run like a race You always wan talk but there ain't no debate I will fuck yo face but no we won't date I don't like yo taste Cause I'm able Catch a shot that's a whole like a bagel Out your spot please do not get finagled Wear no cap so no bitch I won't save you I'll be there when the streets come and take you Had to leave cause you causing me harm Try forget like xan that's a bar All it takes it 2 shots just to forget who we are Never thought she would take it this far Got the heat if he run up he's char All it takes it 2 shots just to forget who we are Never thought she would take it this far Got the heat if he run up he's char Funny things always happened to funny people And You can always find the greater good in the greatest evil And You may not understand this message I leave you But then again I do all this shit for myself

Down by the river junior year Walking with my girl, And we came upon a place There in the tall grass where a couple Had been making love And left the mark of their embrace. I said to her, "Looks like they had some fun." She said to me, "Let's do the same." And still I taste her kisses And her freckles in the sun When I play the poet game. A young man down in hill country In the year of '22 Went to see his future bride. She lived in a rough old shack That poverty blew through. She invited him inside. She'd been cooking, ashamed and feeling sad, She could only offer him bread and her name - Grandpa said that it was the best gift A fella ever had And he taught me the poet game. I had a friend who drank too much And played too much guitar - And we sure got along. Reel-to-reels rolled across The country near and far With letters poems and songs. But these days he don't talk to me And he won't tell me why. I miss him every time i say his name. I don't know what he's doing Or why our friendship died While we played the poet game. The fall rain was pounding down On an old New Hampshire mill And the river wild and high. I was talking to her while leaves blew down Like a sudden chill - There was wildness in her eyes. We made love like we'd been waiting All of our lives for this - Strangers know no shame - But she had to leave at dawn And with a sticky farewell kiss Left me to play the poet game. I watched my country turn into A coast-to-coast strip mall And I cried out in a song: If we could do all that in thirty years, Then please tell me you all - Why does good change take so long? Why does the color of your skin Or who you choose to love Still lead to such anger and pain? And why do I think it's any help For me to still dream of Playing the poet game? Sirens wail above the fields - Another soul gone down - Another Sun about to rise. I've lost track of my mistakes, Like birds they fly around And darken half of my skies. To all of those I've hurt - I pray you'll forgive me. I to you will freely do the same. So many things I didn't see, With my eyes turned inside, Playing the poet game. I walk out at night to take a leak Underneath the stars - Oh yeah that's the life for me. There's Orion and the Pleiades And I guess that must be Mars - All as clear as we long to be. I've sung what I was given - Some was bad and some was good. I never did know from where it came And if I had it all to do again I am not sure I would Play the poet game.

The end The songwriter's dead The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate what I have become Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world My home was there 'n then Those meadows of heaven Adventure-filled days, one with every smiling face Please, no more words Thoughts from a severed head No more praise, tell me once my heart goes right Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world Sparkle my scenery With turquoise waterfall With beauty underneath The Ever Free Tuck me in beneath the blue Beneath the pain Beneath the rain Goodnight kiss for a child in time Swaying blade my lullaby On the shore we sat and hoped Under the same pale moon Whose guiding light chose you Chose you all "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid Being raped again, and again, and again I know I will die alone, but loved You live long enough to hear the sound of guns Long enough to find yourself screaming every night Long enough to see your friends betray you For years I've been strapped unto this altar Now I only have 3 minutes and counting I just wish the tide would catch me first And give me a death I always longed for" Second robber to the right of Christ Cut in half, infanticide The world will rejoice today As the crows feast on the rotting poet Everyone must bury their own No pack to bury the heart of stone Now he's home in hell, serves him well Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell The morning dawned, upon his altar Remains of the dark passion play Performed by his friends without shame Spitting on his grave as they came Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cоld world Whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world "Today, in the year of our Lord 2005 Tuomas was called from the cares of the world He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day The music he wrote had too long been without silence He was found naked and dead With a smile in his face A pen and 1000 pages of erased text" Save me Be still, my son You're home Oh when did you become so cold? The blade will keep on descending All you need is to feel my love Search for beauty, find your shore Try to save them all, bleed no more You have such oceans within In the end I will always love you The beginning