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 shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring out 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 like
You got a hundred best friends, none of 'em named Mike
Callin' everybody sis, where was you last night?
You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic
Can't be disturbing 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 shi
Lying to my face, told me she was a friend
Saturday night and you're at it again
Keep pulling this shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring 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 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 shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring out the glitter on your new clothes
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho
Psycho Video (MV)
Performed By: Lynden
Length: 2:33
Written by: Claire Chicha, Cooper Holzman, Dixie D'Amelio, Paris Douglas, Peter Joseph Fenn, Randall Hammers, Rubi Rose Benton
Lynden - Psycho Lyrics
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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 shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring out 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 like
You got a hundred best friends, none of 'em named Mike
Callin' everybody sis, where was you last night?
You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic
Can't be disturbing 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 shi
Lying to my face, told me she was a friend
Saturday night and you're at it again
Keep pulling this shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring 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 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 shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring out the glitter on your new clothes
Never really thought I'd 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 shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring out 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 like
You got a hundred best friends, none of 'em named Mike
Callin' everybody sis, where was you last night?
You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic
Can't be disturbing 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 shi
Lying to my face, told me she was a friend
Saturday night and you're at it again
Keep pulling this shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring 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 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 shi, you're pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
Talking to the girls that you might know
Never really thought I'd be the type though
You turn me to a psycho
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
Pouring out the glitter on your new clothes
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho
Writer: Claire Chicha, Cooper Holzman, Dixie D'Amelio, Paris Douglas, Peter Joseph Fenn, Randall Hammers, Rubi Rose Benton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave