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Ryan Caraveo

Psychic

 

Psychic

(album: Northend Sweetheart - 2021)


Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah

It's going down like the sunset
Every box unchecked, we don't really connect
But it beats spying through the screen again
I know this is not love, but it gets the job done
After tonight, I'ma need a cleanse (Woo)
Droopy-droopy eyelid
Oopsie, look what I did
Made my head spin until you're the room (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I know it couldn't have been, but I swore it was you

'Cause she knows what I like, like she's psychic (Psychic)
She wears your clothes, I think I kinda like it (Like it)
It's like she crawled in you, like she crawled in your skin
And then crawled on me, damn, I'm caught up again
'Cause she knows what I like, like she's psychic

Like she's psychic, like she's psychic
Like she's psychic, and I like it
Like she's psychic, like she's psychic
Like she's psychic, and I like it

Yeah, yeah, tweaking in the twilight
Could you ruin my life?
If you, if you do, I won't complain
We don't gotta play it safe, I can let a player play
Dig 'em, dig 'em deeper, I want the pain
Slice through the threshold, ice turn the flesh cold
Shitshitshitshitshaking, now I don't stand a chance, hey
And I don't wanna romance, and I don't wanna hold hands
I got enough piled up in my to-do list, I don't wanna do this
I just wanna kick it and get twisted like Rubik's Cube
I'm accusing you of abusing your power over me
But I love it, love it, love it

'Cause she knows what I like, like she's psychic (Psychic)
She wears your clothes, I think I kinda like it (Like it)
It's like she crawled in you, like she crawled in your skin
And then crawled on me, damn, I'm caught up again
'Cause she knows what I like, like she's psychic

Like she's psychic, like she's psychic
Like she's psychic, and I like it
Like she's psychic, like she's psychic
Like she's psychic, and I like it

Like she's psychic (She knows, she knows)
Like she's psychic
Like she's psychic (She knows, she knows)
And I like it
Like she's psychic (She knows, she knows)
Like she's psychic (She knows, she knows)
Like she's psychic (She knows, she knows)
And I like it
Sick

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