Psycho

One, two, three, four
It’s Ronnie
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 (Oh)
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 call me baby
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