No! Yeah-yeah! Yeah-yeah! All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow
Light the way for truths that, if not for me, simply wouldn't show
Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know
That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't
Sanderlei Silveira - 2024-01-14T17:48-03:00 - BR ∞ C
No! Yeah-yeah! Yeah-yeah! All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow
Light the way for truths that, if not for me, simply wouldn't show
Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know
That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't
I wish you would own up to your flaws
And just say that you're wrong when you're wrong
Instead of actin' like you're right, then it turns into a fight
Now you stormin' out my house in the middle of the night, I'm tryna-
[Chorus: Ina Wroldsen]
Breathe
I'm not in love, it's just a game we do
I tell myself I'm not that into you
But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three
You're in my head like, breathe
I'm not in love, it's just a game we do
I tell myself I'm not that into you
But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three
You're in my head like
[Post-Chorus: Ina Wroldsen, Russ]
Dum-dum-da-da-da-da, dum-dum-da-da-da
Dum-dum-da-da-da-da, dum-dum-da-da-da
Dum-dum-da-da-da-da, dum-dum-da-da-da
Dum-dum-da-da-da-da, dum-dum-da-da-da (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Russ]
How come when I love somebody, part of me don't wanna stay?
Every time I get too close, I just start pushing them away
I know
I know
Maybe I just wanna leave before they try to leave me first
Maybe I don't wanna need 'em 'til they say they need me first
I know
I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Damned if I do, damned if I don't
Drank Tequila, I can't drive home
Hard to play cool, heart belongs to
You, I know that if I show that
I keep my walls up, if you want me, then you better start to climb
Women who love me aren't rare, women who mean it hard to find
Somethin' tells me that I'm right about you, please don't prove me wrong
They say love's a song for fools who are wise enough to sing along
[Chorus: Ina Wroldsen, Russ]
But now it's hard to breathe (Yeah)
I'm not in love, it's just a game we do
I tell myself I'm not that into you
But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three
And now it's hard to breathe
I'm not in love, it's just a thing we make
We're skin on skin, I need this spell to break, oh
But I don't wanna go, and I know that you know
You're in my head like
[Post-Chorus: Ina Wroldsen]
Dum-dum-da-da-da-da, dum-dum-da-da-da
Dum-dum-da-da-da-da, dum-dum-da-da-da
Dum-dum-da-da-da-da, dum-dum-da-da-da
Da-da-da
[Outro: Russ & Ina Wroldsen]
(And now it's hard to breathe, into me, I'm into you, breathe, into me)
Are you gon' use me?
Against myself and twist my head, and now she use me
(And now it's hard to breathe, into me, I'm into you, breathe)
I keep my walls up, if you want me, then you better start to climb
Women who love me aren't rare, women who mean it hard to find
I'm tryna (Yeah)
(And now it's hard to breathe)
Chan eil! Yeah-yeah! Yeah-yeah! Cha do dh 'fheuch mi a-riamh ri dhèanamh a dhèanamh gad chuideachadh a' tuigsinn agus a 'fàs
Lasadh an t-slighe airson fìrinnean nach dèanadh e, mura dèanadh e air mo shon, cha bhith ach a 'sealltainn
Nas lugha gheibh thu cuideigin eile a tha air an ìre agam, ach tha fios agad
Nach eil duine air an ìre agam, bidh thu a 'tuigsinn mura dèan thu sin
Tha mi a 'guidhe gum biodh e agad fhèin suas do na lochdan agad
Agus dìreach ag ràdh gu bheil thu ceàrr nuair a tha thu ceàrr
An àite actin 'mar a tha thu ceart, bidh e a' tionndadh gu bhith na shabaid
A-nis tha thu a 'coimhead a-mach an taigh agam ann am meadhan na h-oidhche, tha mi tryna-
[Sèist: ina wrolden]
Breather
Chan eil mi ann an gaol, chan eil ann ach geama a nì sinn
Tha mi ag innse dhomh fhìn nach eil mi a-steach dhut
Ach chan eil mi airson cadal, tha e air chàladh às deidh trì
Tha thu nam cheann mar a tha mi coltach, anail
Chan eil mi ann an gaol, chan eil ann ach geama a nì sinn
Tha mi ag innse dhomh fhìn nach eil mi a-steach dhut
Ach chan eil mi airson cadal, tha e air chàladh às deidh trì
Tha thu nad cheann mar
[Iar-sholas: Ina Wrelden, An Runn]
Dum-da-da-da-da-da, dum-da-da-da
Dum-da-da-da-da-da, dum-da-da-da
Dum-da-da-da-da-da, dum-da-da-da
Dum-da-da-da-da-da, dum-da-da-da-da (Yeah, seadh)
[Rann 2: An Runn]
Ciamar a thig mi nuair a tha gaol agam air cuideigin, pàirt dhòmhsa nach eil thu airson fuireach?
Gach uair a gheibh mi ro fhaisg, bidh mi dìreach a 'tòiseachadh gam phutadh air falbh
Tha fios agam
Tha fios agam
Is dòcha gu bheil mi dìreach airson falbh mus feuchaidh iad ri mo fhàgail an toiseach
Is dòcha nach eil feum agam air 'em' gu bheil iad ag ràdh gu bheil feum aca orm an toiseach
Tha fios agam
Tha fios agam (seadh, seadh, seadh)
Damned ma nì mi, damned mura dèan mi sin
Ag òl Tquila, chan urrainn dhomh draibheadh dhachaigh
Duilich a bhith a 'cluich fionnar, is e cridhe a bhuineas do
Thu, tha fios agam ma sheallas mi sin
Bidh mi a 'cumail mo bhallachan suas, ma tha thu ag iarraidh orm, an uairsin nas fheàrr a' tòiseachadh a 'dìreadh
Chan eil boireannaich a tha dèidheil orm tearc, boireannaich a tha a 'ciallachadh gu bheil e duilich a lorg
Tha somethin 'ag innse dhomh gu bheil mi ceart mu do dheidhinn, feuch nach cuir thu ceàrr orm
Tha iad ag ràdh gur e òran a th 'ann am amadan a tha glic gu leòr airson seinn
[Sèist: Ina Wrelden, An Runn]
Ach a-nis tha e duilich anail a tharraing (seadh)
Chan eil mi ann an gaol, chan eil ann ach geama a nì sinn
Tha mi ag innse dhomh fhìn nach eil mi a-steach dhut
Ach chan eil mi airson cadal, tha e air chàladh às deidh trì
Agus a-nis tha e duilich anail a tharraing
Chan eil mi ann an gaol, chan eil ann ach rud a nì sinn
Tha sinn a 'craiceann air craiceann, feumaidh mi an litreachadh seo gu briseadh, oh
Ach chan eil mi airson a dhol, agus tha fios agam gu bheil fios agad
Tha thu nad cheann mar
[An dèidh-sèist: Ina Wrolden]
Dum-da-da-da-da-da, dum-da-da-da
Dum-da-da-da-da-da, dum-da-da-da
Dum-da-da-da-da-da, dum-da-da-da
Da-da-da
[Outro: Rubha & Ina Wrelden]
(Agus a-nis tha e duilich anail a tharraing, a-steach orm, tha mi a-steach ort, thoir a-steach orm)
A bheil thu gon 'cleachd mi?
Na aghaidh fhìn agus toinneamh mo cheann, agus a-nis bidh i gam chleachdadh
(Agus a-nis tha e duilich anail a tharraing, a-steach orm, tha mi a-steach ort, thoir anail)
Bidh mi a 'cumail mo bhallachan suas, ma tha thu ag iarraidh orm, an uairsin nas fheàrr a' tòiseachadh a 'dìreadh
Chan eil boireannaich a tha dèidheil orm tearc, boireannaich a tha a 'ciallachadh gu bheil e duilich a lorg
Tha mi tryna (yeah)
(Agus a-nis tha e duilich anail a tharraing)