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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 good 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 closеd 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 liked You got a hundred bestfriends, none of them named Mike Callin' everybody sis, where was you last night? You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic Letras de cancionesCan't be disturbed in the peace, boy, you ludicrous 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 good 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 good in your old phone (Yeah, yeah) Talking to the girls that you might know (Hello?) Never really gonna 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 From Letras Mania