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kane train - psyche shift! lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah…
you know how many f+cking people i’ve met…
that just say they’re gonna do that, they’re gonna do this?
and they never do sh+t, bruv. their life stays the same for years fam!
you man need to get your priorities straight!
f+ck that!

[verse 1]
i’ve been going through the motions (i have!)
i’ve been staying way too open (oh, yeah!)
when conversating with these roaches
these b+tches giving me lovey+dovey psychosis (awh, so cute…)

but i bounced back like i always did!
now, i’m out the trap, and i’m over it! (f+ck that!)
and, i’ll never slip again. f+ck a b+tch!
they can crouch down and then pucker lips! (unlucky!)

bend ’em over then bust some kids! (wooh!)
used to be a nice guy offering to buy pints
on some sucker sh+t, but she should pay me
to suck this d+ck! (she should!)

i am the representation of what can be possible
when you voluntarily face your obstacles
constantly staying in states uncomfortable!
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
yeah, i was 16… laying in bed in a hospital…
asking myself… “is this all there is?”
i was staring at the clock on the wall (hmm…)
yeah, watching that b+tch tick…
(tick, tick, tick, tick)

i was immobile. i could not f+cking walk
was taking drugs daily for years
socially anxious. i could hardly f+cking talk!
(look at me now!)

i wanted to be dead…
imagine if i had succeeded
when i put that chain around me neck
and, tried to cut off my breathing. yeah! (woah)

i would not even be here
so why the f+ck should i be scared of sh+t?
haters be mad! (stay mad b+tch!)

yeah! i was 18… my dad took me into his bedroom
loaded dianabol up in a test tube
then proceeded to inject that sh+t right into his left glute… (thanks dad!)

he looked me up in my eye
and told me “son, if you wanna become an admirable guy”
then this is what you must live your life like…
f+ck that!
never had a real man teach me how to become a man! (never!)
home environment was like a prison! (uh!)
i might as well have been locked in the can! (sheesh…)

f+ck b+tches! never feel sh+t!
the last f+ck up flipped the k!ll switch!
now, i never give a girl my feelings!
i k!ll a b+tch with a steel sickle! (yeah!)

nasty bloke! i be crafting flows ’till the caskets closed!
turn your ass to toast, or i’ll slash your throat!
send you b+st+rds into a mass hypnosis!

my whole psychology has shifted!
i know you can feel it. i know you can see it!
i know you man still doubting this sh+t’s even real…
but you best believe it! (yeah!)

[interlude]
haha!
yeah…
yo, name a f+cking rapper that can touch me on this m.i.c
(come at me, bruv!)
send that diss track
(i dare you!)
you man are all f+cking sh+t, bruvva!
[verse 2]
feeling incredible. i’m on a level that you could never get to… (uh huh!)
i’m using you as a stepping stone to get to the pedestal (yeah!)
i’m buzzing but i never took no edible… (what!?)
you man need to lay off that md at the festivals! (you do!)

low testosterone up in your t+st+cl+s! (oh, god!)
your oestrogen levels is off the wall… (b+tches!)
oestrogen levels is off the richter…
i look around… and i don’t see no competition!
cuz i see my opps as victims!
ain’t no way in h+ll they beating me!
i came from h+ll! go check my medical history…
and you’ll see scenery with no greenery!

woah! i’m like a jack in the box with the flow!
i’m coming back with a ravenous soul!
that was patched up by my own actions
you don’t have a clue what i had to go through! (you don’t…)

i can not stress it enough. you’re a fool!
to think you match me with this in the booth… (yeah, yeah…)
cuz i’ve invested everything and the proof
is in the pudding. watch how i move! (sheesh)

i never had no fellow camaradie (nah…)
it was just me and a pen ripping apart beats (oh, yeah…)
i been doing this for 10 years so pardon me (boom!)
if you think i’m c+cky. i earned this honestly…

10k hours til mastery but i’m far past that b+st+rd feat
so f+ck numbers! and, plastic people!
only approval i’ll ever need, is that from me!
it’s blasphemy…

[outro]
haha!
yo…
yo, f+ck every single person who’s ever disapproved of me…
that’s told me i can’t do this. i can’t do that
all you f+cking pr+cks on socials watching me from the sidelines…
f+cking chattin’ sh+t behind my back…
you’re all f+cking snakey c+nts!
just watch! keep f+cking watching…
cuz you ain’t gonna be sh+t fam!
f+ck all of you!
urgh!

[skit]
bro, i just want you to actually imagine…
because i met your dad the other day, and i was chatting to him…
like, actually imagine like, when you are eighteen, right?
and, your dad takes you to the gym…
and, your dad is f+cking huge, right?
and then, imagine… he literally like, laughs at you…
and then tells you that you need to take dianabol…
and then takes you into his bedroom, and pulls down his shorts
and injects dianabol into his ass cheek!
and, shows you how to do it, and tells you that you need to do it…
and then, gives you a line of cocaine! (cocaine, cocaine)

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