Lyrics: Rhaila Tomakin/Rain Sta. Ana
Music: Rhaila Tomakin/Rain Sta. Ana
No...
Hmm…
Let me guess your phone is dead
Just another cover up tonight
Won’t let you get in my head
With your petty little lies
Boys night
Hell I don’t buy it
Small fights
Got you swearing outta spite
Swipe right on every b***h
That you see seems easy
So
Don’t come any closer boy I’ll bite ya
Go ahead and be a ****ing liar (but not around me)
I’m telling you you’re tryna play with fire
Boy you're such a red flag
You’re nothing but a blood bag
Something with a price tag
I go to restaurants
With Michelin stars
Pullin’ up in private bars
Cocktails with my girls
Been the queen
Of my own world
Diamond rings
All the bling
I don’t need your offerings
Fast cars
Credit cards
(You can swipe on every b***h but not me)
Boys night
Still I don’t buy it
Small fights
You always swearing outta spite
Swipe right on every b***h
That you saw seems easy
So
Don’t come any closer boy I’ll bite ya
Go ahead and be a ****ing liar (but not around me)
I’m telling you you’re tryna play with fire
Boy you’re such a red flag
You’re nothing but a blood bag
Something with a price tag
Baby remember when you wanted space
That's when I learned to play the game
Boy you thought you could lie to my face
Didn't deserve to say my name
You always said that you would change
But you still stayed the same
You gave me all of the blame
Drove me completely insane
Don’t come any closer boy I’ll bite ya
Go ahead and be a ****ing liar (but not around me)
I’m tellin’ ya you’re tryna play with fire (aahh…)
Boy you're such a red flag
You’re nothing but a blood bag
Something with a price tag