Lyrics & Translations - Psycho by Rubi Rose Dixie D'amelio
"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 , Dixie D'amelio . "Psycho" is American song, performed in English.
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"Psycho" Lyrics
"Psycho" has lyrics in English language.
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Credits:
Director | Steven Gomillion
Producer | Devon Speckman
Creative Producer | Keith Brown
Director Of Photography | Taylor Randall
Director Of Photography |Jonathan Jacobs
1st AC | Eduardo Oroczo
2nd AC | Ryan Deng
Set Dresser | Blaine Cathey
Digital Tech | Tyler Chick
Gaffer | Ryan Kerr
Key Grip | Monica Meiji
Best Boy | Jon Corum
Colorist | Loren White
Assistant To Director | Marvin Cortes
Photo Assistant | Austin Bieber
Production Company | Creative Sting
Dixie Wardrobe | Maeve Reilly
Dixie Makeup | Patrick Ta
Dixie Makeup | Nicky Andrea
Dixie Hair | Laura Polko
Dixie Nails | Darlene Robles
Rubi Rose Wardrobe | Acquiles Carmona
Rubi Rose Makeup | Geenuh Espinoza
Rubi Rose Makeup | Scott Osbourne
Rubi Rose Hair | Tyarra Jones
Video Commissioner | Keith Brown
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