Psycho
She's cotton candy in my pepsi soda
She tastes just like cherry cola
Breaks my heart like every summer
Like staying sober till winters over
She turn me on with her insults
Scratching my skin like a pencil
Unzipping my pants with her mental
If you can't tell
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
Sneaks me over undercover
She likes me underneath the covers
Im just a lover, shes got another
Don't give a fuck about the others, I-
Met her through her boyfriend
Must have made the right impression
That's why she be undressing
I guess that she just wants a
A psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
My eyes real blood shot
Cause I aint been to sleep
In like a whole week, uh uh uh
Could you dust off the scratches on my knees
There's blood on my sheets, uh uh uh
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
She tastes just like cherry cola
Breaks my heart like every summer
Like staying sober till winters over
She turn me on with her insults
Scratching my skin like a pencil
Unzipping my pants with her mental
If you can't tell
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
Sneaks me over undercover
She likes me underneath the covers
Im just a lover, shes got another
Don't give a fuck about the others, I-
Met her through her boyfriend
Must have made the right impression
That's why she be undressing
I guess that she just wants a
A psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
My eyes real blood shot
Cause I aint been to sleep
In like a whole week, uh uh uh
Could you dust off the scratches on my knees
There's blood on my sheets, uh uh uh
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Im a psycho
Walking on a tight rope
Anywhere that I go, eyes roll
(Psycho)
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
Psycho-o-o
Psycho-o-o uh uh uh
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas John Pino, Colin Michael Rowe, Taylor Graveline
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