I ain't used to this kinda thing
I don't wanna take it there
I might be the one to bust the windows out your car
I might pull up to your mama crib and tell her who you really are
This is the kind of love that make you wanna go psycho
This is the kind of love that'll have you losing all control
Yea they'll be callin you psycho
Miss a call and I overthink
Who you with and where you been
And why you ain't picking up
So I hit you up over and over again
I might be the one to bust the windows out your car
I might pull up to your mama crib and tell her who you really are
This is the kind of love that make you wanna go psycho
This is the kind of love that'll have you losing all control
Yea they'll be callin you psycho