Post Malone Psycho Lyrics Novels & Stories

"You must let her relax now, mate. She's now yours!" "I think that was a joke." Malison said to himself, his eyes puffed. Taking his time to look at her but not knowing what he just did. "How can I have sex with a girl my friend just had sex with? Gosh!" He growled, pacing around as he got up in fury. A heavy bright light shone in the dark, memories of his dreams flashed in swiftly. A dejected girl walking towards him in pain, blood all over her body from the wipes of her alpha, "please help me…!!" She cried out.

The note read: 'Good morning sweet cheeks... Sorry, I'm leaving so early. I have an important meeting to get to but trust me, we will see each other very soon. I'm sorry about last night. I'd like a do-over. Until then, S. Wilde P.S. You're my mate.' My brain kept repeating those last words that were mentioned out of nowhere. P.S. You're my mate. They echoed in my head, dulling everything out. There was a throbbing pain that set in; it felt like someone took a metal baseball bat and began rapidly bashing my head in, leaving me no recovery period in between blows.

🎶He wanna squeeze on ma back and ma breastasiz🎶 🎶They wanna press the kid but can't impress the kid🎶 🎶They be lucky if they even got next to this🎶 🎶Can I know what I bring, some don't bring anything🎶 🎶I'd rather eat on my own if I can't eat widda king🎶 🎶I been about ma bag, I can't forget ma tag🎶 🎶None of them can't don't like me🎶 🎶None of their bitches ain't doin' it like me🎶 🎶My whole ting diff, know your feelin' it high key🎶 🎶I know what your thinking I'm all in your psyche🎶 🎶Any time you come around, you calm my anxiety🎶 🎶Got me feeling some typa way🎶 🎶Call my phone any time ah day🎶

I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when You’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen--- "You know I hate you sometimes." I laughed as the song finished. "I love you too buddy." Angelo wiggled his eyebrows at me. “You know you love me too.” "Shut up." I shoved him playfully. "What would you ever do in this life without me-" "I want you out of my head!” I sang GOODBYES by Post Malone on top of my voice to disrupt his train of thought It was specifically meant to make me recognize what an amazing friend he was to me.

Girls will be girls. “I’ve read a lot of books about human behavior Miles. It was all about learning the different gender of a…” “Oh, oh, yeah. We already knew that.” She raises her hands-on air and rolled her eyes. She turns on the music loud inside this car without even my concern and shouted to me her response, “Don’t try me your dirty little psychology tricks. I’m not buying that anymore!” A minute later I harshly stop the car and turn off the radio. “What are you doing!”

I turned to him and put my hands behind my back, rocking my feet back and forth. “When you remember what it was that you had to tell me, let me know,” I said as I kicked my right foot back and forth on the ground. “I will. Are you mad about coming out tonight?” asked Joe, as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head. I shook my head “No.” “No?” Joe asked, for confirmation. I chuckled and shook my head. “No Joe, I am not. Even though the topic was depressing, I did enjoy the milkshake you bought me.”

The door is locked which I locked myself with myself and he was beating the door nonchalantly; singing some stupid song 'You are so lonely, broken angel' and chuckling so hard that one could have thought he has a jar stuck in his throat. Do you know what I think? I think he is a psycho. The bastard psycho. I should be hyperventilating here. Should have gone crazy, should have been crying at the corner of the room but I'm not doing anything of it and I don't know why?

Little liar. He has a beautiful voice? I giggle to myself. I remember it felt good to push him off the mountain, to watch his face. The vodka has made me sloppy, but you should know I'm not a light head. Or maybe I am. Mahone slowly plays the chords. "I have somethin' to say, but you're not here So, I'm gazing at the moonlit sky and say these words, You appeared in my life, like a comet You showed me all the stars, all the shiniest

I float in and out of consciousness and in strange flashes between reality and a dream-like haze, I find myself experiencing scalding pain. I'd see Rylan holding on to my hand, then his young face would morph into an angular visage and then it'd be Malcolm staring down at me, shaking his head slowly. Once, I heard him speak, but the voice that came out of his mouth was different. "....No mind the cost. But you know one thing? Fate will find a way to take its due."

I’m lucky he’s still sleeping like a log. I walk to the bathroom after putting on my clothes to wash my face, enduring the sharp pain in between my legs. My legs are wobbly as I take a step too. "Ah, so this is the kind of consequence I have to face after sex," I say, looking at the mirror. "I want to kill him," I add, glaring. "Kill who?" When a pair of arms snake out from behind me, I almost jump. Oh, shit! He’s awake!