Lancey Foux – Psykenight lyrics

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux and Danielle Bregoli]
It's flood to the floor, no seats, I'm ridin' round tank on E
The boy just turned to a beast and I know that they know It's me (Yeah)
I got my own alphabet It's A-C-I and D
Put down your money, let's bet, let's see who dyin' a G?
I know that it's me
Leather jeans on and I heard I'm the flyest to come out of east
Who's ridin' on me? Lemme see?
I kill a boy in A30
I pull up on greeze
Big greeze with a big Jeep
I got a bad B
No underwear like I am ddb
And she won't say a sound
Bitch still under the Jean-Paul Gaultier blouse
How can they doubt?
That me and my niggas the biggest to do this since, 2000 and now
I put a 10 on track and after I hit, it's Logic, I'm bouncin' it out
I'm on my white girl shit
Mm, outside, you're definitely catchin' me out
Catch me outside, how 'bout dat?

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Talk about
Talk about, talk about, talk about me
You ain't even a boss
I pay the cost and I got the receipts
Fuck a celebrity, no security
Still see me in the streets
Like, "Stop, wait, pull up," I need somethin' to eat
All of these blessings, praise the Lord
Dj, put that on repeat
Please don't talk about numbers, little man
I could do that in my sleep
Please don't talk about skengs
One phone call, that's a strap with the teeth
I'm an alchemist, on a trip
How could I slip when I got the crack on my feet?
Sk's got me standin' well
Ain't Obama, but I brang Michelle
Bouncers know me on the door
And they know I'm comin' with gang as well
Told the girl, "I don't do the road"
But nothin' change, I got raps to sell
It's a fast life, I do not kiss and tell
Said her name and it rang a bell

[Verse 3: Chip]
Tell me what you see when you look in my eyes
Look in the mirror, you hate what you see
Come pussy, you livin' a lie
They wanna 'verse, wanna hang with the gang
But they ain't got the vibe
Fuck with me, no one can save you
No, not a lot, no, Jesus Christ
I pray that I get sleep, that's nice (Yeah)
Real haunted ones
Pick a lighty and sleep with one
About brekky, I'm leavin', hun
If the early bird gets the worm first
Alright, I'ma see him at brunch
Ah, look at me thinking' dinner
If the mandem see 'em, it's lunch
Pray a long way, I been yammin' this Curry
Like Bumba, I am a G. O. A. T
Used to be skinny like Lancey Foux
You project was shit, but it charted, though
Chippy, I'm the man with the bars
That's not gang, that's stars
Smoking' this cabbage, might jump on the shrooms
Like I'm playin' Mario Kart

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