(Psycho)

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 somethin' 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 thought I'd be the type though

You turn me to a psycho

Pullin' up receipts 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 like

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 twelve, 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 thought I'd be the type though

You turn me to a psycho

Pullin' up receipts 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 phone's 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 thought I'd be the type though

You turn me to a psycho (ooh)

Pullin' up receipts 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.