Psycho (feat. Rubi Rose)
Might go psycho if you let go
There's a side of me that you don't know (yeah)
If you fool me, then you'll see something that ain't pretty
There's a side of me that you don't know
Lyin' to my face
Told me she was a friend
Saturday night, and you're at it again
Keep pullin' this shit
You're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Lookin' for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
Never really gonna be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up the seats when your eyes closed
Pourin' out the glitter on your new clothes
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho (yeah, Rubi)
Crazy really your type
I got a screenshot of every single picture you liked
You got a hundred best friends, none of them named Mike
Callin' everybody sis, where was you last night?
You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic
Can't be disturbed in the peace, boy, you ludicrous
Your phone ringin' past 12, don't know who it is
I'ma need a straight jacket when I'm through with this shit
Lyin' to my face
Told me she was a friend
Saturday night, and you're at it again
Keep pullin' this shit
You're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Lookin' for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
Never really gonna be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up the seats when your eyes closed
Pourin' out the glitter on your new clothes
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho
Your phones off, you don't talk
You're silent and lip locked
There's somethin' you don't want me to know
Lyin' to my face
Told me she was a friend
Saturday night, and you're at it again
Keep pullin' this shit
You're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Lookin' for some dirt in your old phone (yeah, yeah)
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
Never really gonna be the type though
You turn me to a psycho (ooh)
Pulling up the seats when your eyes closed (your eyes closed)
Pourin' out the glitter on your new clothes (ooh)
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho (ooh)
You got me turnin' to a
Turnin' to a psycho
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho
There's a side of me that you don't know (yeah)
If you fool me, then you'll see something that ain't pretty
There's a side of me that you don't know
Lyin' to my face
Told me she was a friend
Saturday night, and you're at it again
Keep pullin' this shit
You're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Lookin' for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
Never really gonna be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up the seats when your eyes closed
Pourin' out the glitter on your new clothes
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho (yeah, Rubi)
Crazy really your type
I got a screenshot of every single picture you liked
You got a hundred best friends, none of them named Mike
Callin' everybody sis, where was you last night?
You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic
Can't be disturbed in the peace, boy, you ludicrous
Your phone ringin' past 12, don't know who it is
I'ma need a straight jacket when I'm through with this shit
Lyin' to my face
Told me she was a friend
Saturday night, and you're at it again
Keep pullin' this shit
You're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Lookin' for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
Never really gonna be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up the seats when your eyes closed
Pourin' out the glitter on your new clothes
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho
Your phones off, you don't talk
You're silent and lip locked
There's somethin' you don't want me to know
Lyin' to my face
Told me she was a friend
Saturday night, and you're at it again
Keep pullin' this shit
You're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Lookin' for some dirt in your old phone (yeah, yeah)
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
Never really gonna be the type though
You turn me to a psycho (ooh)
Pulling up the seats when your eyes closed (your eyes closed)
Pourin' out the glitter on your new clothes (ooh)
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho (ooh)
You got me turnin' to a
Turnin' to a psycho
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Paris Nathaniel Douglas
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