dominic fike – tag lyrics
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[verse 1: dominic fike]
sittin’ alone, the way i fall
i’ll be here way too fast, playin’ telephone tag (tag, tag)
can you take all your fingers off me?
you tell me she should play telephone tag
why is she always drippin’ in dollars? be slippin’ my grip every time
girl, i said you made your mind up, these strings in my guitar, ayy
said that you cryin’, ain’t got nothing to do with it, nah, babe
but since you’ve been mine, gave me so much to stay inside every time, ayy
[interlude]
my homie, my homie told
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