Psycho (feat. Rubi Rose)

(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 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 thought I'd be the type though

You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pourin' out the glitter on your new clothеs
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 name mike
Callin' everybody sis, where was you last night?

You gone really turn this saint into a lunatic
Can't be disturbing the peace, boy, you Ludacris
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 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 thought I'd 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