Lyrics Story - Joel Baker, ABRA CADABRA

Story

Today’s agenda
Got the guitar up in the Sentra
Heading to a stage
Say Arch sent ya
I recognise this girl all covered in black
Stood at the back in the past she sent me couple of snaps
Loving my tracks
She’s got me singing lalala
We start talking like Lalala
She said her aunty’s American
But I just wanna Andre your Erykah
Dive in the uber pool kiss in the cab
She said she likes PND & she listens to Abs
She robbed my heart beat like she listened to Abs
She’s got the vision to match
Now my Joe Hart’s missing the catch
When it gets you it gets you good
I wish I never text you it messed me up
Now she’s tweeting me like she wants my limbs detached
That’s when I learnt there’s always strings attached
Who the hell is this
Calling at 5:46 in the morning'
Sending me texts sending me warnings
Sending me stress sending me all this
Guilt trips I’m falling
She’s got me worried like lalala
We keep talking like lalala
She’s telling me there’s no way out
I put my card in there’s no pay out now
I fell into your trap
Tried to run away but I crawled back
Brought back and stone cold stunnered on your mat
I fall back four taps
Screaming in ALL CAPS never coulda forecast this storm blast
When it gets you it gets you good
I wish I’d never met you up it messed me up
Now she’s tweeting like she want’s my limbs detached
I wish I’d known there’s always strings attached