Capo: 4th fret
[Verse 1]
Gm
White lies
Em
You love to spin 'em
Dm Am
Eat that shit for dinner every night
Gm
Just like you love those white lines
Em
Baby, you're bitter
Dm
Paint me like the sinner every time
[Pre-Chorus]
Gm
If you can't take the heat
Get the fuck out the kitchen
Em
I won't be the one that's stuck reminiscing
Dm
Say it's on me but I ain't finna listen
Am
You turned into a ghost
Gm
Out with your friends so I'm at a party
Em
2 AM sins, mix 'em up with Bacardí
Dm
Never said you're sorry
N.C.
Fucked her in thе 'Rari, oh
[Chorus]
Gm
Look who's cryin' now
Em
Tables turned around
Dm
You didn't give a fuck
Am
Whеn it was my heart on the ground
Gm
But now you're on your knees
Em
While I'm wrapped in his sheets
Dm
Yeah, karma's a bitch but she ain't got nothing on me
N.C.
Look who's cryin' now
[Verse 2]
Gm
No fun
Em
Oh, how ironic
Dm Am
You can't stand when I'm holding the gun
But baby, you drew first blood
Em Dm D
The way you cursed us and then you had the nerve to call it love
[Pre-Chorus]
Gm
If you can't take the heat
Get the fuck out the kitchen
Em
I won't be the one that's stuck reminiscing
Dm
Say it's on me but I ain't finna listen
D
You turned into a ghost
Gm
Out with your friends so I'm at a party
Em
2 AM sins, mix 'em up with Bacardí
Dm
Never said you're sorry
N.C.
Fucked her in thе 'Rari, oh
[Chorus]
Gm
Look who's cryin' now
Em
Tables turned around
Dm
You didn't give a fuck
Am
Whеn it was my heart on the ground
Gm
But now you're on your knees
Em
While I'm wrapped in his sheets
Dm
Yeah, karma's a bitch but she ain't got nothing on me
Am Em
Look who's cryin' now (Now, now)
[Outro]
Dm Am
Look who's cryin' (Now, now)
Gm
I said look who's cryin' now (Now, now)
Dm
Look who's cryin' now (Now, now)
N.C
Look who's cryin' now
White lies
You love to spin 'em
Eat that shit for dinner every night
Just like you love those white lines
Baby, you're bitter
Paint me like the sinner every time
If you can't take the heat
Get the fuck out the kitchen
I won't be the one that's stuck reminiscing
Say it's on me but I ain't finna listen
You turned into a ghost
Out with your friends so I'm at a party
2 AM sins, mix 'em up with Bacardí
Never said you're sorry
Fucked her in the 'Rari, oh
Look who's cryin' now
Tables turned around
You didn't give a fuck
When it was my heart on the ground
But now you're on your knees
While I'm wrapped in his sheets
Yeah, karma's a bitch but she ain't got nothing on me
Look who's cryin' now
No fun
Oh, how ironic
You can't stand when I'm holding the gun
But baby, you drew first blood
The way you cursed us and then you had the nerve to call it love
If you can't take the heat
Get the fuck out the kitchen
I won't be the one that's stuck reminiscing
Say it's on me but I ain't finna listen
You turned into a ghost
Out with your friends so I'm at a party
2 AM sins, mix 'em up with Bacardí
Never said you're sorry
Fucked her in the 'Rari, oh
Look who's cryin' now
Tables turned around
You didn't give a fuck
When it was my heart on the ground
But now you're on your knees
While I'm wrapped in his sheets
Yeah, karma's a bitch but she ain't got nothing on me
Look who's cryin' now (Now, now)
Look who's cryin' (Now, now)
I said look who's cryin' now (Now, now)
Look who's cryin' now (Now, now)
Look who's cryin' now
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