letra de new rules - beatpella house
[verse 1: yella.e]
talkin’ in my sleep at night, makin’ myself crazy
out of my mind, out of my mind
wrote it down and read it out, hopin’ it would save me
too many times, too many times
[refrain: yella.e]
love
he makes me feel like n0body else, n0body else
but my love
he doesn’t love me, so i tell myself, i tell myself
i do, i do, i do
[pre-chorus: yella.e]
one, don’t pick up the phone
you know he’s only callin’ ’cause he’s drunk and alone
two, don’t let him in
you’ll have to kick him out again
three, don’t be his friend
you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’
and if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him
[chorus: yella.e]
i got new rules, i count ’em
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
[verse 2: yella.e]
i keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
nowhere to turn, no way, nowhere to turn, no
now i’m standin’ back from it, i finally see the pattern
i never learn, i never learn
[refrain: yella.e]
but my love
he doesn’t love me, so i tell myself, i tell myself
i do, i do, i do
[pre-chorus: yella.e]
one, don’t pick up the phone
you know he’s only callin’ ’cause he’s drunk and alone
two, don’t let him in
you’ll have to kick him out again
three, don’t be his friend
you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’
and if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him
[chorus: yella.e]
i got new rules, i count ’em
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
[bridge: yella.e]
practice makes perfect
i’m still tryna learn it by heart
eat, sleep, and breathe it
rehe-rs- and repeat it ’cause i (eh eh eh)
[pre-chorus: yella.e]
one, don’t pick up the phone (yeah)
you know he’s only callin’ ’cause he’s drunk and alone (alone)
two, don’t let him in (oh-ooh)
you’ll have to kick him out again (again)
three, don’t be his friend
you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin’
and if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him
[chorus: yella.e]
i got rules, i
i got new rules, i count ’em
i gotta tell them to myself
i got new rules, i count ’em, ay, ay
i gotta tell them to myself
[outro: yella.e]
don’t let him in, don’t let him in
don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend, yeah
don’t let him in, don’t let him in
don’t be his friend, you’re gettin’ over him
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