Lyrics Red Flags - Trisha Paytas

Red Flags

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