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I'm complicated No scientist could write a paper on me I'm vindicated I've seen it all before I turned seventeen I don't dance, I don't dance Just for anyone I hold hands, I hold hands And run with the wicked ones You want an outcome But you'll be outgunned I'm turning, turning to gold The way you talk shit Gets disconnected You make me wanna go A little psycho A little psycho A little psycho I'm not pretending Yeah, these kids are spitting venom for fun The world is endin' And I'm the one leading the march with a drum I don't dance, I don't dance Just for anyone I hold hands, I hold hands And run with the wicked ones You want an outcome But you'll be outgunned I'm turning, turning to gold The way you talk shit Gets disconnected You make me wanna go A little psycho A little psycho A little psycho I'm crying my eyes, it's no surprise There's two ways, two ways This could go down And God forbid You'll have to do what I did You better back up, back up, gotta get out You want an outcome But you'll be outgunned I'm turning, turning to gold The way you talk shit Gets disconnected You make me wanna go A little psycho A little psycho