[Verse 1: Shallow Pockets & J-Nyce]
\nThe door be kicked in, the roof get teared off
\nThe floors are givin' in, juice is spinnin' off
\nThe walls are gettin' thin, pull up, we'll hear the cops
\nMy thoughts are are getting grim, rough, we cannot stop
\nBroads with pretty skin and my hot tub's filled to tops
\nY'all ain't gettin' in, nah, y'all ain't with my squad
\nShe's your baby mom's but she gave me nods
\nGettin' brain 'til the day we do away with a job
\nLight this fucker on fire, burn it to the ground
\nIncite a riot in your quiet little city town
\nApply science, now I'm rhymin' with a different sound
\nThis a virus I acquired just to put you down
\nA pair of pliers gettin' tired of pullin' out your crowns
\nI don't care about the headliner, this is now
\nOn the stage, see the violence in the crowd
\nGo crazy, go wild, get loud
\n
\n[Chorus: Shallow Pockets]
\nPsych Ward on stage, we drank too much
\nPsychos insane, bang with us
\nIce cold pen game dangerous
\nThis dice roll, big names tear you up
\nPsych Ward on stage, we drank too much
\nPsychos insane, bang with us
\nPsych Ward flow crazy, raise your cups
\nIt's the night world, you fallin' asleep, you better wake up
\n
\n[Verse 2: Shallow Pockets & J-Nyce]
\nThe next day but I still ain't slept yet
\nFeel safe 'til I'm delivered a death threat
\nI've seen your face on the cover of a snuff flick (I've seen you)
\nThey got a case, I'm the only suspect
\nTime or place, some time before the sunset
\nLike we're under the train about to come next
\nBoth one and the same, both blood spread
\nHow it pourin' so much rain with just one head
\nPassed out, stoned, blacked out, drunk
\nCrack that Patron, wrap that blunt
\nJust left home, I'll be back in a month
\nBad to the bones, every ounce of blood
\nBack in the zone, I grab what I want (Gimme that!)
\nA splash of cologne, a handful of sluts (Come on!)
\nSmashin' these hoes, mashin they guts
\n'Cause after the show, that's what's up
\n
\n[Chorus: Shallow Pockets]
\nPsych Ward on stage, drank too much
\nPsychos insane, bang with us
\nIce cold pen game dangerous
\nThis dice roll, big names tear you up
\nPsych Ward on stage, drank too much
\nPsychos insane, bang with us
\nPsych Ward flow crazy, raise your cups
\nIt's the night world, you fallin' asleep, you better wake up
\n
\n[Verse 3: Shallow Pockets & J-Nyce]
\nDevilish drug mixers, there's never enough liquor
\nMy pen is as sharp as scissors, sever your heart quicker
\nThe temperature drop bitter, attemptin' to rob and stick ya
\nI meant 'til my palms twisted, molestin' your hot sister
\nMy sentence isnot finish, had me Lebron slippers
\nSelling you guys spinach, not any you penny pitchers
\nTally up the damage, there plenty and many injured
\nParty with the baddest, maddest, short tempers
\nI love the feeling on my knuckles when I hit your head
\nAm I evil cause I chuckle when there's people dead?
\nI keep on my hustle, you keepin' dead
\nYou can bleed, you can struggle, you can bang your head
\nYou and me ain't friends, yo why pretend?
\nDon't wanna speak, don't wanna shake hands
\nWe ain't on the same team, fuck breakin' bread
\nI'm fittin' to get green, leave your fitted red
\n
\n[Chorus: Shallow Pockets]
\nPsych Ward on stage, we drank too much
\nPsychos insane, bang with us
\nIce cold pen game dangerous
\nThis dice roll, big names tear you up
\nPsych Ward on stage, we drank too much
\nPsychos insane, bang with us
\nPsych Ward flow crazy, raise your cups
\nIt's the night world, you fallin' asleep, you better wake up\n\n
