Psyched - Schaffer The Darklord

Like a pretty little package all wrapped in your lap

Or the scent of cinnamon that rouses you from a nap

Like the scene before your favorite movie’s ultimate scene

Or the.

you hear when new IM’s pop up on your screen

When you dash for last call and it isn’t too late

Like an invitation inside at the end of a date

When the bouncer steps aside and holds open the doors

When the blue text fades in at the opening of Star Wars

The best part is the waiting

So anxious that you’re shaking

Savor that anticipation

Oh.

My.

God.

You’re so fucking psyched!

Like when you’re riding your bike

Over to Heather’s when you heard that you’re the one that she likes

On the double!

When you blow a bubble in a bubble

Make a subtle crack in Hubble’s class and not get in trouble

When a snappy cabby pulls up to the side of your curb

When you decorate a doorknob with a Do Not Disturb

When you hear… in your ear

Then you know that the part you can sing along with is near

B-b-but stop!

And wait for it

Pause!

Savor it

Your patience will pay off in the end and

Oh.

My.

God.

You’re so fucking psyched!

Like when they pass you the mic

And every syllable you spit is wicked, awesome, and tight

It’s so sick and ain’t shit can slip or trip up your flow

Oh, no it’s like that slow and low so here we go

Wait a second, take a breath

The best hasn’t come yet, but it’s up next

So psyched, so psyched, you’re so psyched

Oh my god, you’re so fucking psyched, yeah

Over-hype it, don’t deny it

So excited, just can’t hide it

So psyched, so psyched, you are so psyched

Oh my god, you’re so fucking psyched, yeah

Oh.

My.

God.

Yeah!

When the radio said school was cancelled for snow

When the lights go out before your favorite rock band’s show

Like the little tingle in your tongue before the first bite

Or when the clock strikes five on a Friday night, it is like

In early September when the temperature falls

Or the vibration in your pocket when your drug dealer calls

Like a mailbox full of all hand written letters

Or the crackling that kicks off all your favorite records

Like the first time you slip into a new pair of slippers

Or the sound you hear when you undo somebody else’s zipper

When you fly out of JFK and your plane isn’t late

When you’re holding number nine, and the deli calls eight

When you wake up late for work and learn it’s Saturday morning

Or get pulled over doing eighty, but get off with a warning

When you sense a smile cracking on somebody you’ve angered

Like a season finale cliff… hanger!

The best part is the waiting

So anxious that you’re shaking

Savor that anticipation

Oh.

My.

God.

You’re so fucking psyched!

Like at the end of the night

When you recall the extra baggie that you stashed out of sight

It’s alright!

You cry high as pride swells up your chest

It’s like anything that makes you want to say YESSSS!

Wait a second, take a breath

The best hasn’t come yet, but it’s up next

So psyched, so psyched, you’re so psyched

Oh my god, you’re so fucking psyched, yeah

Over-hype it, don’t deny it

So excited, just can’t hide it

So psyched, so psyched, you are so psyched

Oh my god, you’re so fucking psyched, yeah

Your heart increases its beat

You’re on the edge of your seat

Delay the taste of the treat

For the payoff is sweet

Oh holy fucking Jesus goddamn fucking Christ

Oh my fuck you can’t believe it you are so fucking psyched yeah

You’ve got a date

With destiny and it’s fate

Nothing’s over-rated, hey it’s gonna be great

Patience is a virtue that you appreciate

You will enjoy it more if you just wait, just wait, just wait

Time has come, now no more waiting

That thing for which you have been aching

It’s so close that you can taste it

Here, just take it.

Here… psyche!