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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Vocals
Calvin Harris
Programming
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Adam Wiles
Songwriter
Daniel Lopatin
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Max Martin
Songwriter
Oscar Holter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
Producer
Calvin Harris
Producer
OPN
Producer
Max Martin
Producer
Oscar Holter
Producer
Shin Kamiyama
Engineer
Matt Cohn
Engineer
Jeremy Lertola
Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Mixing Engineer
Sam Holland
Engineer
Songtexte
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (ah)
Oh, oh-yeah
Mhmm
The way you hypnotized me, I could tell (uh)
You've been in control
You manifested this, but girl, I blame myself
Things I should've known
The whispers that I hear
Are blowin' through my ears
These words I need to hear from you
And I know this is a fling
But you're hidin' someone's ring
It hurts to think I'm sharin' you
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl
I knew that this was too good to be true
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh
If you don't love him (oh no)
Then do yourself a favor and just leave him
Your number in my phone, I'm gon' delete it
Girl, I'm way too grown for that deceivin'
'Cause I don't play, I don't play
Now I'm sure you have your issues and your reasons (reasons)
But why you even with him if you're cheatin'? (Cheatin')
And I thought you were someone that I could be with (yeah)
And it kills me that I'm sharin' you
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl
I knew that this was too good to be true
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh
And I hate it
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl (married girl)
The way you had me wrapped around your fingertip
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, oh-oh (ooh)
I can't be with you (yeah)
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl
Oh, ooh
Yeah
Can't be your side bitch
That shit ain't fly, bitch
Can't be your pilot, can't be your private
Make me your obvious
If I ain't your husband, I can't be your hybrid
I heard you're married
I bet he treats you like Virgin Mary
You like it dirty and I'm Dirty Harry
I thought we were some love birds, canaries, word to Larry
But I can't fuck with you
You put my love on the line and hang up on you
That's a long kiss goodbye, I gotta tongue kiss you
And when doves cry, we ain't got enough tissue
I'm still in love with you
Where the love at?
You walk down the aisle, I can make you run back
Like fuck that, where the love at?
And tell hubby, I'll kill him, no hub cap
Woah, woah (woah, woah)
Oh, I heard you're married, girl (married girl)
I knew that this was too good to be true
Oh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh (woah, woah)
And I hate it (I hate it)
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl (married girl)
The way you had me wrapped around your fingertip (your fingertip)
Oh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, oh-oh (ooh)
I can't be with you (yeah)
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl (ooh)
I can't be with you (oh yeah)
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, oh (talk to me, say)
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl (ooh)
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Adam Richard Wiles, Oscar Thomas Holter, Abel Tesfaye, Martin Max, Daniel Lopatin
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