Lyrics: Rajat Singh/Nico Dominguez
Music: Rajat Singh/Zack Merci/Nico Dominguez
On a scale of 1-10 she's a hundred
Gets everything that she wants in abundance
Knows how to be a lady in public
But she can get crazy ohh I love it
She got a lot of weight in her luggage
And shorty ain't bluffin'
She might snap on you like it's nothing
Everything I thought I knew is redundant
Explosive temper
I hear smoke detectors
If I don't surrender
She might hold a lecture
Every apology's a token gesture
I'm sorry baby I don't know no better
You get mad when I show no effort
And turn a summer into a cold December
Cruise on the high road
Dodging the potholes
Tied up and I'm blindfold
She got me going psycho
I Walk on a tightrope
My feet getting ice cold
My head is spinning like a cyclone
She got me goin' psycho
Hold up baby I got CBD
We should kick back and pop in a DVD
Hold up baby we should keep the peace
Before one of us blows up like TNT
Let's go, I guess I'm crazy too
Not right in my mind but I play it cool
A lot of emotions I convey are cruel
And my toxic traits are like Deja-vu
Oh that's the way I do
Imma a hot mess, face the truth
I don't mean everything I say to you
But I know that I got u going crazy too
Damn
Cruise on the high road
Dodging the potholes
Tied up and I'm blindfold
She got me going psycho
I Walk on a tightrope
My feet getting ice cold
My head is spinning like a cyclone
She got me goin' psycho