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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