Red Flags - Trisha Paytas

Unbelievable, inconceivable

How you’re treating me

Your taste, so criminal

Touch subliminal

Put your hurt on me

Body up to the ceiling

I’m hung up on feeling

Having trouble breathing

But I just can’t, I just can’t stop

I know it ain’t right

But you’re just my type

The darkness between the light

Someone hold my bag

I’m about to take a drag

Even though I see your red flags

La la la la ooh, la la la la ooh

Shit’s about to hit the fan

I see your red flags

La la la la ooh, la la la la ooh

Shit’s about to hit the fan

I see your red flags

Lies roll off your lips

'Til I can’t resist

Boy you control me

I try to deny

Danger in your eyes

You’re the lock and the key

Come set me free (yeah)

Body up to the ceiling

I’m hung up on feeling

Having trouble breathing

But I just can’t, I just can’t stop

I know it ain’t right

But you’re just my type

The darkness between the light

Someone hold my bag

I’m about to take a drag

Even though I see your red flags

La la la la ooh, la la la la ooh

Shit’s about to hit the fan

I see your red flags

La la la la ooh, la la la la ooh

Shit’s about to hit the fan

I see your red flags

I’m living in your sin

You know you, you take me down, down, down

Can’t be wrong when it feels, feels so right

You take me high

I know it ain’t right

But you’re just my type

The darkness between the light

Someone hold my bag

I’m about to take a drag

Even though I see your red flags

La la la la ooh, la la la la ooh

Shit’s about to hit the fan

I see your red flags

La la la la ooh, la la la la ooh

Shit’s about to hit the fan

I see your red flags

I see your red flags

La la la la ooh, la la la la ooh

It’s about to hit the fan

I see your red flags