More songs by Bellah
Description
Producer: Bellah
Composer: Bellah .
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tried to love you back together.
And in the process tore myself apart.
I thought that I could make you better.
But if it's meant to be, it shouldn't be this hard.
Every time I see you, see you. Intuition tripping and go wee-oo, wee-oo.
Sound the alarm. All your red flags look normal in a red room.
Developing feelings of resentment. Asking for forgiveness, not permission.
What would you do in my position?
I'm in critical condition. All is fair in love and war.
But now it's critical, critical.
Am I wrong for wanting more?
Am I being too critical, critical?
Yeah. Right now, I look unreal like a Barbie.
Nails done, I'm about to head to the party. Drop dead, red rum like Bacardi.
I'm fashionably late, bitch, I'm tardy. I won't key your car with my car keys.
But I might hop on a flight with your homies. Right now, you wish you did what you didn't do.
I'm not interested in what you didn't do. Every time I see you, see you.
Intuition tripping and go wee-oo, wee-oo.
Sound the alarm. All your red flags look normal in a red room.
Developing feelings of resentment. Asking for forgiveness, not permission.
What would you do in my position?
I'm in critical condition.
All is fair in love and war. But now it's critical, critical.
Am I wrong for wanting more?
Am I being too critical, critical?
All is fair in love and war. All is fair in love and war.
But now it's critical, critical.
Oh, yeah. Am I wrong for wanting more? Am I wrong for wanting more?
Am I being too critical, critical? Hey, yeah. Right now, I look unreal like a Barbie. Nails done,
I'm about to head to the party. Drop dead, red rum like Bacardi.
I'm fashionably late, bitch, I'm tardy.
Barbie struggles.
Party.
Party. I lost my phone.
Fuck.
Shit.