[Verse 1: Aoshi]
Homage, babe, could you pa** me that Psycho
And get your a** off the top of me I gotta go
Thanks I'm outta relapse, but hey, no sweat
I ain't gonna murder anypony just yet, heh
I'm a technician, just shut up and listen
I'm a little bit mental, might be a developmental condition
Super ordinary, and weary, could call me underwhelmed
Bro, do you even EFS? Yeah, I can tell, nope
I'm not addicted, but if you happen to see me close my eyes
Could one of y'all give me a little slap, guys?
Thanks, feels great when I hallucinate and sh**
A monkey on my back has a new k**er fit
Calamity and Velve, don't be so hard on this flank
I'm like a full blown Alicorn trippin' on this crank
Super ordinary, and weary, could be the PTMs
I might be a little high, but look, I am what I am
[Hook: Biscayne]
Psychos, and Hydras, with a
Party Time Quick Fix
High hopes, and I know that
I'm Not Addicted
Psychos, and Hydras, with a
Party Time Quick Fix
High hopes, and I know that
I'm Not Addicted
[Verse 2: Versal]
Now everypony say I got a problem
But honestly, it's the opposite
Cause any problem that I got, I'mma solve 'em
Like pills dissolve them, using Ment-Als as a simple solvent
So they dissolvin' all the problems that I come across and
When ponies tell me, "Littlepip, you gotta stop this!"
I'm sighing at the topic, like look what I've accomplished
I'm not addicted I'm just doing what is needed
To see that I'm not defeated and my dreams can see fulfillment
Besides, take a look at my track list
If I didn't have the PTMs, could I have done it?
Like get a bomb, get the slaves right back home
I could talk anypony into doin' what I want, so
Tell me it's a problem and I'll laugh right in your face
Take Pinkie for example, wait, um, okay
Maybe every now and then I go a bit
Overboard, but at least I'm not hoarding all the sh**
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nexgen]
How you gonna call me a fanatic, a whacked addict
I'm clearly going at it, I'm eccentric and ecstatic
Got a terminal with static, I'll hack it, and on a lock
Rather than get mad and pick at it I'm gonna crack it
Not gonna go in with my guns automatic
And being sporadic I'd rather take a step back and examine my tactics
What's wrong with y'all and all the theatrics
You're faking and frantic, and what the f**
Why y'all acting like a bunch of f*ggots?
Sorry I didn't mean that, and I redact it
Now I'm in a panic cause as a friend, I think I'm bad at it
I understand that I need to quit with the havoc
Lemme hand over my PTMs with my magic you can have it
God dammit, gotta stop with the sad sh**
Quit being so tragic
I need to move past it
What about my lyrics, can't you take a hint?
I was clearly on the mints when I decided to write this
[Hook]