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Psycho Lyrics

by Post Malone

Lyricist: Post Malone, Louis Bell, Ross Golan

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Psycho Lyrics

Yeah, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Don’t act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my end zone You stuck in the friend zone I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy I made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it," ayy Thirty-four walk through, man we had every slit, ayy Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip Out the window of the Benz, where we get seen in a rent And I'm like whoa Man, my dash so goddamn cold Diamonds wear my t-shirt solo I got homies, let it ball, oh, oh My money, they won't ever fall She said "Can I have some?" No, ho And I can never tell you no Yeah, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Don’t act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my end zone The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy We're hittin' lil mamas, she wanna have my babies Sippie on the pankie, chain so stanky You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch Now we ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top Coolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top Just one swish, I can make the eyes drop (ayy) Take you to the smoke shop We gon' get high, we gon' hit Rodeo Y'all a Valentino, we gon' hit Pico Take you where I'm from, take you to the stones They said I been overnight, now these diamonds real bright Saint Laurent jean, still don't let my fans though All VVSs, put you in a necklace Girl, you look beautiful tonight Stars on the boulevard Matching with the jewelry Yeah, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Don’t act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my end zone

Meaning of Psycho

“Psycho” by Post Malone is a decadent and unsettling exploration of excess, paranoia, and the corrosive effects of immense wealth. The core narrative revolves around a protagonist drowning in luxury – extravagant jewelry, a perpetually empty rooftop signifying wasted space, and an “AP” (presumably a Rolex) that’s become increasingly erratic, mirroring his own behavior. The repeated phrase "my AP goin' psycho" isn’t just about a watch; it represents the escalating instability fueled by his opulent lifestyle and the distrust he cultivates amongst those seeking to share in his fortune. He meticulously lists extravagant purchases – “Tony Romo for clowns,” “hunnid bands inside my shorts” – highlighting a detachment from reality and an almost manic pursuit of validation through material possessions. The lyrics are saturated with aggressive boasts, casual threats (“take you to the smoke shop,” “I can make the eyes drop”), and unsettling fantasies about relationships ("we're hittin’ lil mamas, she wanna have my babies"). This isn’t a romantic ballad; it’s a portrait of someone increasingly isolated and unstable, using wealth as a shield against genuine connection. The references to drugs (“sippie on the pankie”) and chaotic imagery – “thirty-four walk through, man we had every slit” - paint a picture of a mind unraveling under the pressure of his own success. Post Malone’s signature blend of melodic vulnerability and raw aggression is amplified here, creating an unsettling juxtaposition between the surface appeal of his music and the dark undercurrent of anxiety and potential danger lurking beneath. Ultimately, “Psycho” suggests that chasing wealth can lead not to happiness, but to a fractured psyche and a life defined by distrust and self-destructive behavior.

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