[Chorus]
I feel like Patrick Bateman I’m a psycho
And when I need some drank man yeah I call bro
Yeah, and we ain’t with the [?] yeah, we too pro
Yeah I’m getting in them bands and I get it for the low-ow-ow oh oh
[Verse]
All that (Shh) come undone, moving to the south
I get bread stack it up from the north to the south
From the ceiling in my house, I be fucked up at my house
And I know, I know, and I know it’s not fair but
And I know, I know, and I know it’s not fair but
[Chorus x3]
I feel like Patrick Bateman I’m a psycho
And when I need some drank man yeah I call bro
Yeah, and we ain’t with the [?] yeah, we too pro
Yeah I’m getting in them bands and I get it for the low-ow-ow oh oh
I feel like Patrick Bateman I’m a psycho
And when I need some drank man yeah I call bro
Yeah, and we ain’t with the [?] yeah, we too pro
Yeah I’m getting in them bands and I get it for the low-ow-ow oh oh
[Verse]
All that (Shh) come undone, moving to the south
I get bread stack it up from the north to the south
From the ceiling in my house, I be fucked up at my house
And I know, I know, and I know it’s not fair but
And I know, I know, and I know it’s not fair but
[Chorus x3]
I feel like Patrick Bateman I’m a psycho
And when I need some drank man yeah I call bro
Yeah, and we ain’t with the [?] yeah, we too pro
Yeah I’m getting in them bands and I get it for the low-ow-ow oh oh
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