Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Keyboards
Calvin Harris
Programming
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Daniel Lopatin
Songwriter
Adam Wiles
Songwriter
Max Martin
Songwriter
Oscar Holter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
Producer
Calvin Harris
Producer
OPN
Producer
Max Martin
Vocal Producer
Oscar Holter
Vocal Producer
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Shin Kamiyama
Engineer
Matt Cohn
Engineer
Jeremy Lertola
Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Mixing Engineer
Sam Holland
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The way you hypnotized me, I could tell
You've been in control
You manifested this, but girl, I blame myself
Things I should've known
The whispers that I hear
Are blowing through my ears
These words I need to hear from you
And I know this is a fling
But you're hiding someone's ring
It hurts to think I'm sharing you
[Verse 2]
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl
I knew that this was too good to be true
Ooh, I heard you're married girl, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 3]
If you don't love him (Oh no)
Then do yourself a favor and just leave him
Your number in my phone, I'm gon' delete it
Girl, I'm way too grown for that deceiving
'Cause I don't play, I don't play
Now I'm sure you have your issues and your reasons (Reasons)
But why you even with him if you're cheating? (Cheating)
And I thought you were someone that I could be with (Yeah)
And it kills me that I'm sharing you
[Verse 4]
Oh, I heard you're married, girl
I knew that this was too good to be true
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh
And I hate it
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl (Married, girl)
The way you had me wrapped around your fingertip
Ooh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 5]
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, oh
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, oh
[Verse 6]
Can't be your side ****
That **** ain't fly ****
Can't be your pilot
Can't be your private
Make me your obvious
If I ain't your husband, I can't be your hybrid
I heard you're married
I bet he treats you like Virgin Mary
You like it dirty and I'm Dirty Harry
I thought we were some love birds, canaries
Bird to Larry
But I can't **** with you
You put my love on the line and then hang up on you
That's a long kiss goodbye, I gotta tongue kiss you
And when Doves cry we ain't got enough tissue
I'm still in love with you
Where the love at?
You walk down the aisle, I can make you run back
Like **** that, where the love at?
Tell hubby I'll kill him, no hub cap
[Verse 7]
Whoa, oh, I heard you're married, girl (Married, girl)
I knew that this was too good to be true
Oh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh
And I hate it (I hate it)
Oh, I heard you're married, girl (Married, girl)
The way you had me wrapped around your fingertip
Oh, I heard you're married, girl, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 8]
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, oh
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, ooh
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, oh
I can't be with you
No, I can't be with you
You're too deceiving, girl, oh
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Adam Wiles, Daniel Lopatin