Testo Psycho

One, two, three, four
It's [?]

Mummy told me off again for drawing on the walls, it's where I fall
She thinks I'm psycho like Joe Goldberg (Like Joe Goldberg)
Can't remember what she said, it's probably in your head
You'll end up dead, that's how I feel when I told her
Why can't I sleep at night? Why aren't I thinking right?
Tell me I'll be alright, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho
Sit back and just rewind, I hope my brain don't mind
Tell me I'll be alright, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho

Same routine in the morning, same routine in the evening
So my friends call me boring, I'm just doing what's pleasing me
The internet makes me crazy, stop posting your babies
No one cares that you're eighty, still can't [?] me

Why can't I sleep at night? Why aren't I thinking right?
Tell me I'll be alright, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho
Sit back and just rewind, I hope my brain don't mind
Tell me I'll be alright, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho
Going psycho, oh
Going psycho, oh
Going psycho