Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm a psycho
No one knows
I got a pretty face
So they gotta diagnose
That I love it when you notice
All the thorns on my rose
I'm a blood-redded alien
One eye closed

Yeah, I love it (yeah, I love it)
Yeah, I love it (yeah, I love it)
Yeah, I love it (yeah, I love it)
Yeah, I love it (yeah, I love it)
Yeah, I love it

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (I'm a—, I'm a—, I'm a—, I'm a—
I'm a—, I'm a—, I'm a—)
Lovе it
Yeah, I love it
Yeah (I'm a—, I'm a—, I'm a—, I'm a—, I'm a—)
Yеah, yeah

I'm a psycho, sick in the head
You might catch me in the shadows from the glow of infrared
Talking down around my name'll get you
Sent upstairs with them
We could run a friendly fade or put prices on your head
I know you like them scary movies
I fast forward to the end
Girl, I don't intern at the spot
He grabbing coffee for his friends
Don't seek revenge: that get you washed up in the rinse
Don't treat these losses like a win
And if I'm really out my mind
I'ma do it all again!
Man, you know what's going
I got -ugh! I got pa-per
I got plenty spends
I got friends; I got neighbors
Ugh! Hard to be civil, the game is at peak
And they can't even dribble the rock
I'm Norman Bates: they missing the plot
I'm going until they come tell me to (stop!)

I'm a sicko, sick in the head (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a sicko, sick when you're on your knees
I'm a sicko, sick in the head (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a sicko, sick when you're on your knees

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm a psycho
No one knows
I got a pretty face
So they gotta diagnose
That I love it when you notice
All the thorns on my rose
I'm a blood-redded alien
One eye clo—, clo—, clo—, closed

(Yeah, I'm a psycho)

I'm a sicko, sick in the head
I'm a sicko, sick when you're on your knees
I'm a sicko, sick in the head
I'm a sicko, sick when you're on your knees

When you're on your knees
When you're on your knees
When you're on your knees
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a psycho)
(Sick, sick) When you're on your knees
(Sick, sick) When you're on your knees
(Sick, sick) When you're on your knees
(Sick, sick) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a psycho)

Yeah, I'm a psycho
No one knows
I got a pretty face
So they gotta diagnose
That I love it when you notice
All the thorns on my rose
I'm a blood-redded alien
One eye closed

Yeah, I love it (yeah, I love it)
Yeah, I love it (yeah, I love it)
Yeah, I love it (yeah, I love it)
Yeah, I love it (yeah, I love it)