psych ward Lyrics – Scrim

psych ward Lyrics by Scrim is a new english song by Scrim, released on Scrim’s official YouTube channel. The track was written by Scott Arceneaux Jr., produced by Budd Dwyer and Sam Bo Bachrack, and is featured on the album via crucis. Merging intense delivery with chaotic energy, the song offers a gritty, unapologetic soundscape that reflects Scrim’s signature rawness and Southern influence, delivering a sonic experience that’s both aggressive and unfiltered.

The song explores themes of mental instability, street violence, drug use, and inner chaos. Through manic repetition, aggressive wordplay, and jarring juxtapositions, Scrim depicts life on the edge of sanity—both literally and metaphorically. From references to psych wards and self-medication to coded shoutouts about gang loyalty and weaponry, the lyrics blur the lines between real-world trauma and the constructed persona of a hardened survivor. It captures the madness of life in hyperdrive, where coping mechanisms are destructive, and the only constant is unpredictability.

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psych ward Lyrics

[Intro]
Ohh
You did good, $lick
Give me my motherfuckin’ space, yeah
It’s a Smash
Push it, straight out the—, straight out the—
Straight out the psych ward (Ahh)
Yeah (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what?)
What?

[Chorus]
(North)
Straight from the (Side)
Straight from the (North)
Straight from the (Side)
Straight from the (North)
Straight from the (Side)
Straight from the (North)
Straight from the (Side)
(Ayy, turn me up)
(Turn me up)

[Chorus]
(North)
Straight from the motherfucking dirt (Side)
Straight to the back of the coupe (North)
Straight out the motherfuckin’ psych ward (Side)
Choppers they hang out the roof (North)
(Grrr)
Turnt to the motherfuckin’ max (Side)
(Turn me up)
Hop out, we ’bout to go spin (North)
My dog was itching for Percs (Side)
You know I’ma throw him a 10 (North)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Side)
Yeah, what? Pushing it (North)
Push, yeah, what? (Side)
Pushing that (North)
Pushing that P, I be pissing (Side)
I don’t get high, I go missing (North)
Throw up a 3, yeah, I swish it (Side)
Put an opp in a pack and I twist it (North)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Diamonds so crazy they medicated
(Diamonds so crazy they medi—, what?)
Told my bitch, I ain’t ducking, I’m meditating (Pull up—, yeah)
Picking, you or the drugs bitch, you know what I’m taking (Bitch, you know)
Sipping nothing but mud, bitch, you know what I’m drinking, ahh (Let’s go, let’s go)
(North)
All of my dawgs drink potion (Side)
(Lean)
All of my dawgs got motion (North)
I don’t be rapping for shit (Side)
Pop a pill then I start floating (North)
(Turn me up)
Pull up the double-R, ghosting (Side)
Fuck a bitch once then I ghost her (North)
Stretching her out like a poster (Side), stretching it
Hold up, I’m losing my (North)

[Refrain]
Focus (Side)
Focus (North)
Focus (Side)
Focus (North)

[Verse 2]
Half of my bitches some witches (Side)
Half of my bitches they saved (North)
Some of my guns got switches (Side)
Two of my choppers got blades (North)
Most of my dawgs unpredictable (Side)
Some of my partners, they sober (North)
Straight edge but they brain fucked (Side)
Last week they shot up a Rover (North)
Cartiers on Whitey Bulger (Side)
Keep the dope bagged in the Folgers (North)
You ain’t never lost, you a soldier (Side)
Had his mom cry on your shoulders (North)
Fuck ’em (Side)
I’m giving them hell (North)
(I’m giving them hell)
I’m giving them what? (Side) I’m giving them hell (North)
Had to go crank this bitch up (Side), give ’em hell until I rot (North)
They done let the Genie out the box (Side)
Still screaming motherfuck a cop (North)
Taking Xan and Percs ’til I nod (Side)
Spiking lean with X ’til I wake up (North)
Curve a pretty bitch with an a-cup (Side)
Curve a city bitch, like who raised her? (North)
In the L with the M and the N (Side)
Too rich, lost count of the O’s (North)
Fifty-nine in the clip, one in the AR
I’m T’d off the H for sure (North)

[Pre-Chorus]
Straight from the (Side)
Straight from the (North)
(Grr)
Straight from the (Side)
Straight from the (North)
Straight from the (Side)
Straight from the (North)
(What?)
Straight from the (Side)
(Ayy, turn me up)
Straight from the (North)
(Turn me up)

[Chorus]
Straight from the motherfucking dirt (Side)
(Oh-ohh)
Straight to the back of the coupe (North)
Straight out the motherfuckin’ psych ward (Side)
Choppers they hang out the roof (North)
(Grr)
Turnt to the motherfuckin’ max (Side)
Hop out we ’bout to go spin (North)
My dog was itching for Percs (Side)
You know I’ma throw him a 10 (North)
(Side)
What? Pushing that (North)
Push it, what? (Side)
Push it
Pushing it, ahh (North)
Pushing that P, I be pissing (Side)
I don’t get high, I go missing, missing (North)
Throw up a 3, yeah, I swish it (Side)
Put an opp in a pack and I twist it (Pack and I twist it)

psych ward Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
The intro kicks off with unhinged energy, setting the tone for what follows. Scrim immediately demands space, signaling a defensive mindset that mirrors his volatile mental state. The “psych ward” reference acts as both a literal and figurative introduction to the chaotic headspace he’s operating from. With aggressive soundbites and disjointed thoughts, he invites the listener straight into his unfiltered stream of consciousness.

[Chorus]
This repetitive section echoes a sense of instability and identity fragmentation. Scrim shifts rapidly between “North” and “Side,” almost like a chant or callout, possibly referencing geographic affiliations or mental disorientation. The chaotic pacing, combined with abrupt delivery, emphasizes the unpredictable and unhinged theme of the track.

[Chorus]
Here, Scrim builds upon the initial chant with a violent and drug-fueled narrative. He describes transitioning from trauma (“motherfucking dirt”) to reckless living (“psych ward”) to violent readiness (“choppers they hang out the roof”). His lines blur survival and nihilism as he speaks of giving drugs to friends, disappearing during highs, and turning enemies into trophies. The energy is manic, the imagery intense, showing how deeply he’s immersed in chaos and control.

[Verse 1]
In this verse, Scrim embraces a persona that thrives in disorder. He equates expensive jewelry with insanity and meditation with evasion. His priorities are clear: drugs over love, darkness over clarity. The verse is laced with heavy imagery—ghosting women, floating on pills, and drinking “mud”—portraying a lifestyle where emotion and responsibility are drowned out by indulgence and escape.

[Refrain]
The repeated use of “Focus” works ironically, as it’s chanted during a breakdown in thought. It mimics someone desperately trying to center themselves amid mental fog or drug-induced haze. It highlights the disconnect between awareness and actual control, underscoring Scrim’s internal struggle to maintain any sort of clarity.

[Verse 2]
This verse spirals into darker territories. Scrim paints a surreal picture populated with unstable allies, mystical lovers, and unpredictable violence. He references weaponry, trauma, and moral corrosion as if they’re routine. The verse weaves cultural commentary with brash confessions—from drug-fueled nodding to rejecting shallow relationships. His alphabetic play on “L-M-N-O” into “T’d off the H” cleverly hides deeper meaning in what sounds like chaos, showing linguistic sharpness under layers of grime.

[Pre-Chorus]
A buildup to the final chorus, the pre-chorus continues the chant-like repetition of “Side” and “North,” echoing earlier motifs of duality and instability. It primes the listener for another descent into violent bravado and inner volatility.

[Chorus]
The closing chorus doubles down on everything the song has built up: madness, aggression, and unfiltered emotion. Scrim reaffirms his identity as someone shaped by dirt, rage, and drugs. The repeated references to pushing “P,” going missing, and packing enemies reinforce the song’s themes of dominance, addiction, and detachment. The final lines reflect someone lost in their own legend, no longer separating pain from performance.

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