Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Dixie
Voces
Rubi Rose
Voces
Mitch Allen
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rubi Rose
Composición
Claire Chicha
Composición
Paris Douglas
Composición
Peter Fenn
Composición
Randall Hammers
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Cooper Holzman
Producción
John Bruington
Ingeniería de grabación
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mitch Allen
Producción vocal
Caleb Hulin
Ingeniería de grabación
Jaycen Joshua
Ingeniería de mezcla
Brian Gardner
Masterización
Kahlil Vellani
Ingeniería de grabación
Letra
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
Pulling out the glitter on your new clothеs
Never really thought I'd bе the type though
To turn into a psycho (Rubi)
[Verse 4]
Crazy really your type
I got a screenshot of every single picture you liked
You got a hundred best friends, none of 'em named Mike
Calling everybody sis, where was you last night?
You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic
Can't be disturbing in 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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
Pulling out the glitter on your new clothеs
Never really thought I'd be the type though
To turn into a psycho
[Verse 7]
Your phone's off, you don't talk
You're silent and lip-locked
There's something you don't want me to know
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
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
Pulling out the glitter on your new clothеs
Never really thought I'd bе the type though
To turn into a psycho
[Verse 10]
You got me turning to a
Turn into a psycho
Never really I'd really be the type though
To turn into a psycho
Written by: Claire Chicha, Cooper Holzman, Dixie, Paris Douglas, Peter Fenn, Randall Hammers, Rubi Rose

