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