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Red Flags
R&B/Soul
Red Flags was released on July 10, 2026 by SCARDD RECORDS as a part of the album Everything Is Personal
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Release DateJuly 10, 2026
LabelSCARDD RECORDS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scars
Scars
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dornell Pickens
Dornell Pickens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dornell Pickens
Dornell Pickens
Producer

Lyrics

(Ayy)
Bitch you thought I was slow?
I been knew what you was
Let's talk about it
I'm tired of playin' stupid, I been peeped you was a clown
You the type to say "I love you" then go fuck around in town
I let you lie right in my face just to see how far you'd go
Whole time you was actin' single, but wanted me to play the role
Red flag how you always "busy" when the sun go down
But the second you need a plate, you tryna come back around
You don't miss me, you miss the benefits, you miss the free shit
You don't love me, you love attention, and you love to be a bitch
You say we "together" but I can't even get a post?
You'll post your nails, your lashes, but can't post the one payin' most
That's crazy… you a professional user
You don't need a man, you need a sponsor, you a broke ass loser
And I should've listened to my gut, I should've listened to the bros
Soon as I saw that attitude, I should've known you was a hoe
Tryna argue like you loyal when your spirit full of lies
You ain't a prize, you just a problem with some thighs
Red flags…
You be outside every night, red flags…
Talkin' "we in love" but you can't post me, red flags…
Only call when you need somethin', when I need you you don't show me
That's red flags…
Red flags…
You don't want love, you want control, red flags…
You don't want peace, you want a role, red flags…
You a liar with a cute face, you a headache with a fat ass
That's red flags…
Shoulda knew you wasn't shit when you drove three states for your daughter daddy
Chasin' broke hoes is a hobby, girl you dusty, you ain't classy
Still in love with a man that don't even claim your ass
Then you come to me for healing like I'm God, bitch kiss my ass
Then you got the nerve to play victim, like you innocent and sweet
Whole time you a manipulator, you a demon in the sheets
You be cryin' on the phone, then you out there gettin' cracked
Then you come back with a "sorry" like I'm supposed to take you back
Shared locations, then you hit Houston and your shit start glitchin'
"Girl my phone tweakin'" nah bitch you out there on some dickin'
And don't call me "controlling" 'cause I'm askin' what you on
Bitch you want a weak ass man you can play with like a pawn
Girls trip? Yeah right, you ain't goin' nowhere with no girls
You just linkin' with that man while you postin' sunsets and pearls
You went from callin' every day to "I been busy" every week
Nah you been busy bein' ran through, bitch you think I'm stupid? please
And the worst part, you don't take accountability
Everything somebody else fault, you got no stability
You'll fuck up, then cry, then flip it like it's me
Bitch you a red flag factory, you ain't shit but misery
Red flags…
You be outside every night, red flags…
Talkin' "we in love" but you can't post me, red flags…
Only call when you need somethin', when I need you you don't show me
That's red flags…
Red flags…
You don't want love, you want control, red flags…
You don't want peace, you want a role, red flags…
You a liar with a cute face, you a headache with a fat ass
That's red flags…
And that butterfly tattoo… bitch that should've warned me
Every man that done hit it probably left you feelin' lonely
You don't need a relationship, you need therapy and guidance
But you'd rather shake your ass and call it "growth" and call it "timing"
You ain't misunderstood, you just a hoe with good marketing
A walking contradiction, toxic pussy with a target in
Your phone stay on DND 'cause you got too many calling
Your soul full of emptiness, you just collectin' broken figures
And after everything I did, you still played with my name
So I hope that pussy you chasin' leave you stuck in the rain
I hope your "girls trips" turn to lonely nights in hotel rooms
I hope you keep that same energy when karma come in soon
You can't turn a hoe to a housewife, that shit is impossible
You ain't loyal, you just available when the offer profitable
And I ain't even mad no more, I'm just embarrassed I tried
I shoulda left your ass the first time you looked me dead and lied
This for every man that stayed too long
We saw the signs… we just wanted the pussy
But we ain't comin' back
Real ones only
Written by: Dornell Pickens
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