Dixie – Psycho (feat. Rubi Rose) Lyrics

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
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 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
Pouring 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 lik
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 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 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
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 shit, you’re pushing me close to the edge
You turn me to a psycho
Looking for some dirt in your old phone (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
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed (with your eyes closed, ooh)
Pouring out 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