Psyko Waltz (vol. 1)

I'm coming straight outta the truck of the bassmobile
Who is on the mic you it's MC Green hand
Puff-a-puff-a smoke and pass the track back to your neighbour
Upside-down, a bittersweet flavor
Ups and downs and still rebouncing
It's the same old me (and he's always back again)
Surprise motherfucker I was never far away
Uhm... No we never got arrested
Not even with weed hanging over the glove box
Guess we're lucky, aiming for the tops
Top ten top ten, Here I come
With my pair of top tens I come
With my hoody and my cap
Or my beanie on my head
The british hardcore bands are my favourite streetwear brand

You're Crazy but it's all in your head
As a matter of fact you're not even insane
You might think you're crazy but it's all in your head
Let the psychos take you away

Ah I guess you find me hard to understand
No matter the language you've been told in your first bed
In classroom, playroom, every language showroom
Reality of your surroundings makes your head full of shit
And words, images and curves of skin
The result of every place you've been
Doomed or denied from your right to be
Killing your imagination poor birdy
Catch that phrase : feel everywhere welcome
Get your days, every second is freedom
Aerial riddim, time is a fool kingdom
Let it sing he will let you come
Battles after battles I think more than I fight
Looking for my limits with rhymes on my sight
You'd better be flying, fog is on the night
I wish you a safe flight

You're Crazy but it's all in your head
As a matter of fact you're not even insane
You might think you're crazy but it's all in your head
Let the psychos take you away

This, is the first step, to the Psyko Waltz
The Psyko Waltz
The P3K is the key to the freaky
That's all I'm gonna say about this

You're Crazy but it's all in your head
As a matter of fact you're not even insane
You might think you're crazy but it's all in your head
Let the psychos take you away