Vicious Psych

Amphetamines and a passion fruit Shouldn't be no cure for you And all the things that the party brings Made you a man who can't exist Oh my love Oh my god F*ck it! Oh my love The world don't revolve around you Those are drugs And they are no cure for you Run run run to your finish line You're gonna f*ck f*ck All around you Oh dear lord (Lord) This is no cure for you So he comes and he tell me "Do you wanna f*ck with me?" And I said baby "You fucked it up already" Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Oh my love The world don't revolve around you Those are drugs And they are no cure for you Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych Vicious psych