Comfortable

Bebe Rexha

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    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    When was the last time that you called me beautiful?
    I don't need to hear it, but it'd be nice to know
    And I don't remember the last time I got off on ya
    'Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone

    You better give it to me when I want it
    I shouldn't have to ask for it
    Give it to me when I want it, yeah, yeah

    So baby, tell me why you never buy me flowers no more?
    You're getting comfortable, you're getting too comfortable
    Why you never wanna open my door?
    You're getting comfortable, you're getting too comfortable, yeah

    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    You're getting too comfortable, comfortable

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    You nuh see seh mi a try, please give mi a bly
    Fi be di man weh me that suppose fi be
    I can't buy you a gift every single day
    Baby trust mi, it a get to mi
    You nuh see seh mi a try, please give mi a blight
    Fi be di man weh me that suppose fi be
    I can't buy you a gift every single day
    Baby trust mi, it a get to mi

    I treat you so damn good, yet you can't see you
    Worryin' 'bout things I haven't done lately, yeah

    Why you never buy me flowers no more?
    You're getting comfortable, you're getting too comfortable
    Why you never wanna open my door?
    You're getting comfortable, you're getting too comfortable, yeah

    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    You're getting too comfortable, comfortable
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's true)
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    You're getting too comfortable, comfortable

    Yeah, you're getting a talk now
    Boy, you better get it back now
    Step it up, or you're gonna have to step out
    Right now, better show me what you got now
    Give me love, give me life
    Better give it to me when I want it
    I shouldn't have to ask for it
    Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

    So baby, tell me why you never buy me flowers no more?
    You're getting comfortable, you're getting too comfortable
    Why you never wanna open my door?
    You're getting comfortable, you're getting too comfortable, yeah

    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    You're getting too comfortable, comfortable
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    You're getting too comfortable, comfortable

    I bought you roses (I did)
    Do all the things I'm supposed to do (open your eyes, baby)
    Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (oh, girl)
    Baby, what you putting me through?

    Song details

    Composition: Ali Tamposi, Frank Dukes, Andrew Watt, and Pee-Wee

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