Jason Voorheezy - PSYCHEDELIC RAP Lyrics

Aye

Yo

But I can hear myself

But I can hear myself

But I can...

Woah

I can hear myself but now I f*cking can't

Because I'm the f*cking best

Yeah

I'm the f*cking best

Yeah

Psychedelic rap

Yeah

Psychedelic rap

Yeah

This that mothaf*ckin'...

What?

Psychedelic rap

Yeah

If you wanna see this side of me, for real, bae, you gotta earn it

If you wanna see this side of me, for real, bae, you gotta earn it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can't believe that she was a f*ckin'...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can't believe that she was a f*ckin' virgin

Made my demons into my homies but I still miss my babies

She been hittin' me up a lot

Yeah, yeah, she miss me lately

Ugh, ugh

What if this is all just one big reality show and they're watching from other planets

Woah

Woah

Woah

Ha

This that psychedelic rap

This that psychedelic rap

This that psychedelic rap

In yo' f*ckin' bitch

I'm f*ckin' blat, blat, blat

Turned my demons into homies

Yeah

I'm f*ckin' designer bitches and designer on me

Got designer cologne on me

Designer bitches, designer hoes, designer...

What?

Yeah, I still wear it here and there, man, I don't give a mothaf*ckin'...

What?

Yeah, yeah

Bro, I'm literally...

Litterally just the younger version of my 30 year old me

Oh my god

And I'm so f*ckin' lit, man

I'm so f*ckin' lit, man

See how ahead of my time I am?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I just don't give a mothaf*ckin' damn

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm so lit, man

The letter "A" is really just throwin' up the Roc

I ain't talkin' 'bout barfin' Dwayne Johnson, but if you know, lil' bruh

Woah

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This that psychedelic rap

This that psychedelic rap

This that psychedelic-in-yo-bitch's-crib-I'm-hittin'-that

This that...

What?

What?

What?

Yeah, you know I never miss

Yeah

You know I got a lotta' f*ckin' Hawaii bitches

Ugh, yeah

Turned my demons into my homies

Turned my demons into my homies

F*ckin' designer bitches

Designer clothes, designer cologne on me

Yeah

I still wear it though 'cause I don't give a f*ck, man

F*ck all that shit, man

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Yeah

As real as it gets

Still me after ego death

Still me after ego death

Still Voorheezy after ego death

This my gift to the world

Yeah

Yeah

This my gift to the world

(After my death)

This my gift to the world

This my gift to the world

(After my death)

Yeah, as real as it gets

Still as real as it gets

Yeah

I'm as real as it gets

Yeah

I'm as real as it gets

I told you, I'm real as it gets

Yeah

Still me after ego death

Still Voorheezy

Yeah

Still Voorheezy after ego...

This that psychedelic rap

This that psychedelic rap

This that psychedelic-in-yo-bitch's-crib-I'm-hittin'-that

Yeah

That psychedelic rap

This that psychedelic rap

This that psychedelic-in-yo-bitch's-crib-I'm-hittin'-that

Yeah

Even when I'm at rock bottom, I'll never fall off

Yeah

Still runnin' 838 circuits around all of y'all

If you identify with a snake secretly prayin' on my downfall

Pull the f*ck up, I got a gift for you outside, come to find out it's a mothaf*ckin' clown car

Brown hair, big tits with a hometown star

I ain't even tryin' and they like, "How? He got so hard"

You gotta go through hell to get this hard

I ain't even scratch the surface, bae

I'm just getting started