[Lyric] ​psychotic (nigel nave)

[Chorus]
I know who you are inside, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic
I’ve known about all of your lies, but you think I’m on narcotics
No one’s gonna believe me, but your lies don’t deceive me, no
You will get yours in due time, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic

[Verse 1]
I can’t get everyone to hate you, just a few
But they fly back in a matter of time
Can’t get everyone to see your truths, it’s sad too
But I can read right between your lines
It’s toxic, the way I wanna see you frail
It’s obsessive, the amount of detail
I’m aggrеssive, I just wanna raise hell
Do it all until my facе turns pale

[Pre-Chorus]
See, if I can’t win, I’ll lose in style
But you will get yours, like Lyle

[Chorus]
I know who you are inside, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic
I’ve known about all of your lies, but you think I’m on narcotics
No one’s gonna believe me, but your lies don’t deceive me, no
You will get yours in due time, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic
[Post-Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
So please, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic

[Verse 2]
Don’t you fucking tell me I have changed
I’ve been the same since I was in first grade
Don’t say I’ve got new attitude, I’m mad at you
So stay in your own motherfucking lane
I think, that you think, I’m a dumb fuck
Don’t project your self hate to me, sucks to suck

[Pre-Chorus]
See, if I can’t win, I’ll lose in style
As a loser, I’m sore, got your stack in single file

[Chorus]
I know who you are inside, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic
I’ve known about all of your lies, but you think I’m on narcotics
No one’s gonna believe me, but your lies don’t deceive me, no
You will get yours in due time, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic
I know who you are inside, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic
I’ve known about all of your lies, but you think I’m on narcotics
No one’s gonna believe me, but your lies don’t deceive me, no
You will get yours in due time, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic
[Post-Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
So please, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
So please, don’t tell me that I’m psychotic

[Outro: Charles Bukowski]
Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one