CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Psycho
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 clothes
Never really thought I'd be 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 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 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 clothes
Never really thought I'd be 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
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 clothes
Never really thought I'd be 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 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 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 clothes
Never really thought I'd be 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
