Psycho - Rubi Rose

Might go psycho if you let go

There’s a side of me that you don’t know

If you fool me, then you’ll see something that ain’t pretty

There’s a side of me that you don’t know

Lying to my face, told me she was a friend

Saturday night and you’re at it again

Keep pulling this shit, you’re pushing me close to the edge

You turn me to a psycho

Looking for some good in your old phone

Talking to some girls that you might know (Hello?)

Never really thought I’d be the type though

You turn me to a psycho

Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed

Pulling up the glitter on your new cloths

Never really thought I’d b the type though

To turn into a psycho

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

Calling everybody sis, where was you last night?

You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic

Can’t be disturbing in the peace, boy, you ludicrous

Your phone ringing past twelve, don’t know who it is

I’ma need a straight jacket when I’m through with this shit

Lying to my face, told me she was a friend

Saturday night and you’re at it again

Keep pulling this shit, you’re pushing me close to the edge

You turn me to a psycho

Looking for some good in your old phone

Talking to some girls that you might know (Hello?)

Never really thought I’d be the type though

You turn me to a psycho

Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed

Pulling up the glitter on your new cloths

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 something you don’t want me to know

Lying to my face, told me she was a friend

Saturday night and you’re at it again

Keep pulling this shit, you’re pushing me close to the edge

You turn me to a psycho

Looking for some good in your old phone

Talking to some girls that you might know (Hello?)

Never really thought I’d be the type though

You turn me to a psycho

Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed

Pulling up the glitter on your new cloths

Never really thought I’d b the type though

To turn into a psycho

You got me turning to a

Turn into a psycho

Never really I’d really be the type though

To turn into a psycho