Psycho
I'm just so mad, I can't handle all your FOMO
I wanna stab you with the front of my stilettos
I'm sittin' there, tied up like I can't go
But I cannot go
Que tal, que tal
The game is over
Que tal, que tal
The game is over
Que tal, que tal
The game is over
Que tal, que tal
The game is over
The game is over
The game is over
The game is over
The game is over
He keep ringin' on my phone
To say I'm his home, not home
He drinkin' till he's gone
Can't even brag about my love
He never really long gone
I like to be alone, love
But when he call, just tone down
I tell him to come back
The game is over
The game is over
The game is over
The game is over
Psycho, psycho
This game is over
Psycho, psycho
The game is over
Psycho, psycho
This game is over
Psycho, psycho
Take your time if you need it
We will strike back, just admit it
I'm ready, hope you're gone, gone
We're ready, hope you're gone, gone
The game is over
The game is over
The game is over
The game is over
At the end of the show
At the end of the show
The game is over
Ready, hope you're long gone
Really hope you're long gone
Ready, hope you're long gone
Really hope you're long gone
The game is over
The game is over
The game is over