Post Malone: Psycho

<i>Capo 5th fret</i>
<i>Laid back rhythm</i>
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Ch: Damn, my AP goin' C 
psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a F 
no-show, got diamonds by the boatload

Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' C 
psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a F 
no-show, got diamonds by the boatload

Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though

1. You stuck in the C 
friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy

Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
F 
Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy

Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
C 
made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it," ayy

Thirty for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
F 
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip

Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent'
And I'm like C 
"woah"

Man, my neck so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is F 
sore

I got homies, let it blow, C 
oh, oh

My money thick, won't ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to F 
hold?"

And I can never tell you no

Ch: 

2. The AP goin' C 
psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy

We're hittin' lil' mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the F 
Panky, chain so stanky

You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch
Dolla ridin' in an C 
old school Chevy, it's a drop top

Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
Just one F 
switch, I can make the ass drop (ayy)

Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon' get C 
high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo

Dolla Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
Take you where I'm F 
from, take you to the slums

This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent C 
jeans, still in my Vans though

All VVS's, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look F 
beautiful tonight

Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

Ch: