Lyrics & Translations - Psycho by Rubi Rose
"Psycho" lyrics and translations. Discover who has written this song. Find who are the producer and director of this music video. "Psycho"'s composer, lyrics, arrangement, streaming platforms, and so on. "Psycho" is sung by Rubi Rose . "Psycho" is American song, performed in English.
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"Psycho" Lyrics
"Psycho" has lyrics in English language.
Psycho by Dixie
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Writer(s): Dixie D'Amelio, Randall Hammers, Paris Douglas, Rubi Rose Benton, Cooper Holzman, Peter Joseph Fenn, Claire Chicha
Produced by: Cooper Holzman
Recorded by: Cooper Holzman
Recorded at: The Hideaway, Studio City, CA
Mixed by: Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco, Jaycen Joshua
Mastered by: Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Engineered by: John Bruington, Caleb Hulin
Background Vocals: Dixie D'Amelio
A&R: Cate Wright
A&R Administration: Cate Wright
Marketing: Joe Aboud
P&C Line: HITCO
Vocal Production by: Mitch Allan
Lyric Video Visuals: Black Street Entertainment
Lyrics:
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 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 screen shot of every single picture you like
You got a 100 bestfriends none of em name Mike
Call everybody sis, where was you last night
You gone really turn a saint into a lunatic
Can’t be disturbing the peace, boy you ludacris
Ya phone ringin past 12, don’t know who it is
Imma need a straight jacket when I'm through with this sh*t
Your phones 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
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