Writing Psycho wasn’t planned. It was a 3 AM mind dump — one of those moments when you’re too tired to fake fine but too awake to sleep. This song is what happens when love rots inside you, turns sweet into poison, and you still drink it.
Psycho came out of nights where my head wouldn’t shut up. You ever feel like your own thoughts are armed?
“Chle meri gun, hun bhjdi eh ran,
kehndi lgda eh dar, tu krda a fun”
That’s me. Carrying anger like a weapon, running from fear like it’s a game — but it’s not. It’s survival.
“Nal rkh k glock, utoh kmra lock
Mera khun jave khol, dopamine on top”
This is what it feels like to live reckless — the high, the adrenaline, the lie you keep telling yourself that you’re in control.
“Tuhi hazur mera, tuhi fitoor mera
Chd de jwani, nale vike groor mera”
This one stings every time. You let someone stand so close they hold your youth, your pride, your secrets — everything that made you feel powerful. They break you with the same hands that held you. And you still don’t leave. That’s Psycho love.
“Dise bss tuhi, nale tere uzzi
Pehla c pyar, hun pagal tuhi”
What starts as love turns into an obsession. You can’t think straight, can’t stay away — they’re in your head like a ghost you asked to haunt you. That’s when you know you’re gone.
“Bn da bohut, hun mile tainu maut
Tu pagal a bohut, kaise pale tu shonk
Kinu krenga call, jdo sde mai cop
Fer krenga yaad, nale royenga bohut”
This is the ugly truth. You think you can keep playing with fire and never get burned — but the day comes when it catches up. By the time you’re calling for help, you’re alone. The same people you pushed away are gone. Now it’s just you and your regrets.
“Reverse di reference to shot at glance
Oh hoya advance, milya na chance,
hilya na stance, brain point blank,
Jive future blank, hun kra freelance,
nale money in my bank”
This part is me looking in the mirror. Reversing the story, replaying the shots I took, the chances I lost. My mind — point blank. I’d rather burn out than sit alone with my thoughts. That’s my Psycho.
“Bdli tu na bdle halat?”
Both ways hit. Which one is it for you?
Psycho is not a vibe or a single to flex. It’s a confession I had to get out before it killed me. It’s for anyone who’s ever loved so deep it turned them into their own worst enemy. If you get it — you get it. If you don’t — turn it up, and feel my chaos.
— Sunveer Gill
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