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One, two, three, four It's [?] Mummy told me off again for drawing on the walls, it's where I fall She thinks I'm psycho like Joe Goldberg (Like Joe Goldberg) Can't remember what she said, it's probably in your head You'll end up dead, that's how I feel when I told her Why can't I sleep at night? Why aren't I thinking right? Tell me I'll be alright, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho Sit back and just rewind, I hope my brain don't mind Tell me I'll be alright, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho Same routine in the morning, same routine in the evening So my friends call me boring, I'm just doing what's pleasing me The internet makes me crazy, stop posting your babies No one cares that you're eighty, still can't [?] me Why can't I sleep at night? Why aren't I thinking right? Tell me I'll be alright, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho Sit back and just rewind, I hope my brain don't mind Tell me I'll be alright, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho, I'm going psycho Going psycho, oh Going psycho, oh Going psycho From Letras Mania