PSYCH (Yikes Remix)
Anyone who knows me, knows I love Nicki and she is one of my biggest inspirations. When I heard this song, I had to make a remix. I think I made it the week it came out. I had to add the recording of my little sister because she definitely gives voice to the thoughts in my head & I love her for that. This tape was a lot of me reclaiming my voice for myself because I still wanted to succumb to the white supremacist ideals of “professionalism” or bend to the internalized homophobia. To be utterly free and expressive without fear of judgement and obstruction of flow.
[Little Sis’ Intro]
“I don’t give a fuck! I’m being messy. Bitch, I’m pletty Jane. Bitch and I’m not even the messy type female but bitch I’m being messy this time. That bitch ass nigga lame as fuck for that for that shit I said, “On god.” Bitch, NO, don't be sorry, be careful!”
[Verse 1]
Post up at the function when I’m with my enclave/
Wavin’ down at you from Pluto cuz I’m on that octane/
In my lane is where I stay is pretty lonely/
Runnin’ up the telethon these niggas try to own me/
But I got them tight/
A nigga a tricked on a fixed rate/
A nigga might dip on the first date/
You gotta stack chips that’s a big trait/
Pull up in a whip, Bitch, where we goin’/
Better have my back like a sew-in/
Bout to get live Andy Cohen/
Never be the martyr, Imma omen/
[Chorus]
Tikes, he gettin’ goofy when I let ‘em ride the bike/
He say I’m ruthless cuz I always give ‘em strife/
And when we movin’ don’t get tight/
Don’t think twice/
He be like, “Be my wife?”/
Psych/
101 just know these minds don’t think alike/
Tension so thick that you can cut it with a knife/
If you gon’ spread ‘em don’t be ripe/
That’s a strike/
He be like, “Be my wife?”
[Verse 2]
Pregame is critical/
For the night to be optimal/
I take a shot for my obstacles/
Out the side of my opticals/
I peep the partner that’s probable/
All you niggas apocryphal/
I leave ‘em open like optional/
DL on me like detail/
Shoulda had a V8 but I had a B12/
Stop riding on mt V12/
And I excel cuz I came from a parallel universe/
You can see it in my work/
Like TIP said I can put you in the dirt/
If you got hurt I ain’t get no alert/
Goin’ through a growth spurt gotta keep it curt/
Slurp!/ Burp!/ Merch!/ Chirp!/ Perch!/
Out up in the tree like I’m Peter Pan/
Tinker on these verses while you niggas write in Comic Sans/
I’m not too advanced I just hold myself to standards that ain’t average/
Wanna dance cuz he know I been eatin’ my rice and cabbage, hol’ up!
[Chorus]
Tikes, he gettin’ goofy when I let ‘em ride the bike/
He say I’m ruthless cuz I always give ‘em strife/
And when we movin’ don’t get tight/
Don’t think twice/
He be like, “Be my wife?”/
Psych/
101 just know these minds don’t think alike/
Tension so thick that you can cut it with a knife/
If you gon’ spread ‘em don’t be ripe/
That’s a strike/
He be like, “Be my wife?”