Post Malone: Psycho
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<i>Capo 5th fret</i>
<i>Laid back rhythm</i>
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                      C
Ch: Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
    Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
                        F
    My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
                C
    My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
    Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
                        F
    My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though
    

                    C
1. You stuck in the 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
   I 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'             C
And I'm like "woah"
Man, my neck so goddamn cold
                           F
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
                           C
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won't ever fold
                              F
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no


Ch: 
    

                C
2. The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
   We're hittin' lil' mamas, she wanna have my babies
                F
   Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
   You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch
                      C
   Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
   Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
            F
   Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
   Uh, take you to the smoke shop
               C
   We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
   Dolla Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
                      F
   Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums
   This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
                 C
   Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
   All VVS's, put you in a necklace
                  F
   Girl, you look beautiful tonight
   Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry
   

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