Novel & Cerita Post Malone Psycho Lyrics

Post Malone ~ A Thousand Bad Times I should have known it'd be those darn Americans. They know nothing about being loyal. You'd think after Adam's betrayal I would have learned my lesson but I guess not. Here I am fixing another rat problem. Ahh.... My life. Back to the matter at hand. I untangle my legs and stand up straight to my full height, flexing my toes in my pointed black heels. I pull back my sleeve to take a look at my watch for the tenth time since this interrogation began.

Malachi says from my other side, “is us telling you what we have wanted to say since the night at Vincent’s bar.” All of me, by John legend, filters through the air immediately after Malachi's sentence finishes. Then the mist screen over the lake flickers to life, and suddenly I’m staring at myself. Me in Mykonos, laughing at something off-camera. Me in the hot air balloon, face full of joy. Me asleep in their bed, peaceful. Me and Kevin at my college graduation, young and filled with hope and joy. I’m also so skinny, I can’t help the laugh that rips through my throat amidst the tears rushing down my eyes.

Dalton, Nick, or whoever it had been–is gone. My heart rate spikes, and I find it hard to breathe as I frantically look around. My head spins from the gin and dancing. Sweat breaks out along my temples. I made it up, didn’t I? This is another dream. I’m losing my fucking mind… but then my blood runs cold anew as the music shifts, and the band begins to play a familiar song. It’s a sped up, modern version, but those lyrics sink into my skin like claws. “She’s stretched on a long, white table. So sweet, so cold, so fair…”

Have a safe drive home. "We will. Shall we Monalisa? "Take care ma'am " Jayden and Monalisa returned back to his car. "So what's wrong with you? What's the bad mood? "You're going to laugh at me so no need letting you know" "And why would I laugh at you? "I know you Monalisa. you won't help me out, so let's just not talk about it " "Tell me, maybe I could be of help to you " "Really? Fine. I'm horny and I want to fuck someone real good. My dick is up and burning. My trouser is so tight and I'm hurting. Now you know, you can just sit and zip it because I know...you ain't going to help matters "

I wanted to get in touch with my own soul, emptying my thoughts and anything burdening me, whether physical or mental. "Now that's more like it," Lexy let out as I heard Post Malone's voice come from my speaker. It was the song Sunflower and judging by how much slower it was, I knew it was the slowed down version of the song. I adjusted my sports bra a bit before I moved my thong from going so far up my ass it felt like it was inside me. I relaxed after that, and decided to uncross my legs and just stretch them out in front of me.

All of them wondering the same thing, 'Who is she?' Everyone looked around at each other smiling happily, before coming to a final agreement of copying the girl on the stage. 'You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho Got me chasing shots of NyQuil, NyQuil Without you, I get antsy and upset But with you, I fall apart Boy look what you've started I can't stand you, heartless Like a psycho, psycho (psycho, psycho) Got me chasin' shots of NyQuil, NyQuil (NyQuil, NyQuil)

"From what I see I can tell you're a wild dog. You're not used to this modern life we live.” I didn’t say anything. I didn’t think it was a good idea. “I had a dream before you broke me out… the sun swallowed the moon. Anything to say about that?” he asked. "For a guy who has been locked up, you sure do talk too much." Malcom chuckled. "I’m a conversationalist." I hadn’t face him since I saw him pull his knee to his chest but in my peripheral I could see his intense eyes analysing every part of me. I watched the small moon on the sky, always dwarfed by the sun that gave it light.

And maybe a little bothered. My heartbeat stuttered. My lips moved, but no sound came forth. Just a pill of molly has me knocked. And my last coherent thought was Jordan’s hands still on my face, rubbing my cheeks steadily. before everything drowned in white noise. And his voice followed me down. “How would I ever repay you?”

I grab the bottles in there, not caring what it is. I just don't want to feel him anymore. I pop open the bottles shoving all the pills down my throat with sink water. I grab the coke in my pocket making lines. "Pain goes away" I start singing out loud. "Go away. Just go away." I lay down on the floor as everything starts hitting me. "Go away. Go away Pain," starts fading out as my eyes close. But they didn't stay close. Not like I hoped they would.

She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it. No, no You'll play alo-o-ong Let her lead you o-o-on You'll be saying "No, no" Then saying "Yes, yes, yes" 'Cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though