Psycho

Bm       G      F#m
Might go psycho if you let go
Bm                G                 F#m
There's a side of me that you don't know (yeah)
Bm               G              F#m
If you fool me, then you'll see something that ain't pretty
Bm                G           F#m
There's a side of me that you don't know

Bm                     G
Lying to my face, told me she was a friend
F#m
Saturday night and you're at it again
     Bm                        G
Keep pulling this shit, you're pushing me close to the edge

N.C              Bm
You turn me to a psycho
G                             F#m
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
F#                            Bm
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
G                               F#
Never really thought I'd be the type though
                 Bm
You turn me to a psycho
G                             F#m
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
F#                              Bm
Pouring out the glitter on your new clothes
G                               F#m
Never really thought I'd be the type though
               Bm
To turn into a psycho (yeah, Rubi)

G
Crazy really your type
        F#m                        F#
I got a screenshot of every single picture you like
          Bm                    G
You got a hundred best friends, none of 'em named Mike
F#m
Callin' everybody sis, where was you last night?
         Bm                       G
You gon' really turn a saint to a lunatic
         F#m                            F#
Can't be disturbing the peace, boy, you ludicrous
           Bm                              G
Your phone ringing past twelve, don't know who it is
F#m
I'ma need a straight jacket when I'm through with this shit

            Bm            G
Lying to my face, told me she was a friend
F#m                       F#
Saturday night and you're at it again
     Bm                        G                       F#
Keep pulling this shit, you're pushing me close to the edge

                 Bm
You turn me to a psycho
G                             F#
Looking for some dirt in your old phone
                              Bm
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
G                               F#
Never really thought I'd be the type though
                 Bm
You turn me to a psycho
G                             F#
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed
                                Bm
Pouring out the glitter on your new clothes
G                               F#
Never really thought I'd be the type though
               N.C
To turn into a psycho

     Bm                    G
Your phone's off, you don't talk
      F#m   F#
You're silent and lip-locked
Bm                G                    F#
There's something you don't want me to know

Bm                                  G
Lying to my face, told me she was a friend
F#m                       F#
Saturday night and you're at it again
     Bm                        G
Keep pulling this shit, you're pushing me close to the edge

                 Bm
You turn me to a psycho
G                             F#m
Looking for some dirt in your old phone (yeah)
F#                            Bm
Talking to the girls that you might know (hello?)
G                               F#
Never really thought I'd be the type though
                 Bm
You turn me to a psycho
G                             F#
Pulling up receipts when your eyes closed (with your eyes closed, ooh)
Bm                              G
Pouring out the glitter on your new clothes
F#
Never really thought I'd be the type though

               Bm
To turn into a psycho
G          F#
You got me turning to a
            Bm
Turn into a psycho
G                              F#
Never really I'd really be the type though
               N.C
To turn into a psycho

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