Lyrics & Translations of Psycho by Rubi Rose & Dixie D'amelio
By Matthew Underwood
"Psycho" Lyrics
"Psycho" has lyrics in English language."Psycho" meaning comes from English language and currently not converted to english translation.
Psycho by Dixie
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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
