The Witches || Sweet But Psycho

Lyrics
Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right, though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

She’ll make you curse, but she a blessin’
She’ll rip your shirt within a second
You’ll be coming back, back for seconds
With your plate, you just can’t help it

No, no, you’ll play along
Let her lead you on
You’ll be saying, “No, no”
Then saying, “Yes, yes, yes”
‘Cause she messin’ with your head

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right, though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

“Grab a cop gun” kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say, “Run, don’t walk away”

‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

See, someone said, “Don’t drink her potions
She’ll kiss your neck with no emotion
When she’s mean, you know you love it
‘Cause she tastes so sweet, don’t sugarcoat it”

No, no, you’ll play along
Let her lead you on
You’ll be saying, “No (no, no, no), no (no)”
Then saying, “Yes, yes, yes”
‘Cause she messin’ with your head (hey)

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right, though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

“Grab a cop gun” kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say, “Run, don’t walk away”

‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

You’re just like me, you’re out your mind
I know it’s strange, we’re both the crazy kind
You’re tellin’ me that I’m insane
Boy, don’t pretend that you don’t love the pain

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right, though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
“Grab a cop gun” kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say, “Run, don’t walk away”

‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Henry Russell Walter / William Lobban Bean / Madison Emiko Love / Andreas Haukeland / Amanda Koci
Sweet but Psycho lyrics © Artist Publishing Group Gmr, Max Cut Publishing

Artist: Ava Max
Album: Sweet but Psycho
Released: 2018
Key: D♭ Major hooktheory.com

Melanie Martinez – Mad Hatter (Official Music Video)

Lyrics
My friends don’t walk, they run
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun
Popping, popping balloons with guns
Getting high off helium
We paint white roses red
Each shade from a different person’s head
This dream, dream is a killer
Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar
I’m peeling the skin off my face
‘Cause I really hate being safe
The normals, they make me afraid
The crazies, they make me feel sane
I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad
The craziest friend that you’ve ever had
You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I’m off my rocker
Tell you a secret, I’m not alarmed
So what if I’m crazy? The best people are
All the best people are crazy
All the best people are
Where is my prescription?
Doctor, doctor, please listen
My brain is scattered
You can be Alice, I’ll be the Mad Hatter
I’m peeling the skin off my face
‘Cause I really hate being safe
The normals, they make me afraid
The crazies, they make me feel sane
I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad
The craziest friend that you’ve ever had
You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I’m off my rocker
Tell you a secret, I’m not alarmed
So what if I’m crazy? The best people are
You think I’m crazy, you think I’m gone
So what if I’m crazy? All the best people are
And I think you’re crazy too, I know you’re gone
That’s probably the reason that we get along
I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad
The craziest friend that you’ve ever had
You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I’m off my rocker
Tell you a secret, I’m not alarmed
So what if I’m crazy? The best people are
All the best people are crazy
All the best people are
All the best people are crazy
All the best people are
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Aaron Kleinstub / Bryan Fryzel / Jeremy Dussolliet / Melanie Martinez
Album: Cry Baby
Released: 2015
Genres: Alternative/Indie, Pop
Mad Hatter lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Post Malone – Psycho feat. Ty Dolla $ign (Music Video)

MHMB

Lyrics
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ay
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ay
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ay
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ay
I made my first million, I’m like, “Shit, this is it, ” ay
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ay
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent’
And I’m like “Whoa, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, “Can I have some to hold?”
And I can’t ever tell you no
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
I’m hittin’ lil’ mama, she wanna have my babies
It’s fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (hey)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ay, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dial up Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

Songwriters: Austin Richard Post / Carl Austin Rosen / Louis Russell Bell / Tyrone William Griffin
Psycho lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC