Psychic

You got your intuition Your so-called ammunition Oh give me a break Speak now while I’m still listening Just know that I’ll be wishing Death on my ears Oh is it my turn to speak? Yeah I get what you’re saying, I just don’t like it Grenade in a cage, looks fun let’s try it Where’s your mouth? Think your money’s tryna find it I’m fed up, get out, go date a psychic No babe, I didn’t mean it Be right? I wouldn’t dream it Textbook response It’s all boiling over Wishing I wasn’t sober My cool’s hard to keep Oh is it my turn to speak? Yeah I get what you’re saying, I just don’t like it Grenade in a cage, looks fun let’s try it Where’s your mouth? Think your money’s tryna find it I’m fed up, get out, go date a psychic I can’t read your mind But you can read my lips (I don’t like you) Yeah I get what you’re saying I just don’t like it Grenade in a cage, looks fun let’s try it Where’s your mouth? Think your money’s tryna find it I’m fed up, get out, go date a psychic Read your mind, save the time, oh yeah you’d like it Every thought you ever had, you can’t deny it All that crazy, wouldn’t take him long find it Guess you’re lucky that you’re not dating a psychic Psychic Psychic It was my turn to speak