Playing GamesPlaying Games
See there's this dame, that I met on the train and I never complain but she don't dig my game we never kick it, it's distant whenever hang, kinda strange, I wonder if she really knows my name, usually I don't care, I'm chasing money and fame, lord she struck a cord, playing my hearts
Strings,
You don't like me that's unlikely, hi key, she on her grind like me, maybe better, that's reason I sweat her like heat, she type sweat, fly queen times 3, plus she like to light trees, and despite, these hype beasts, she's got the answers, a grade cutting like blade through double standards
I think she pays me no mind because of my mind
Level, I'm rebel she's quiet and fly, I'm the artist, she has degree and 9-5, for her I'd switch up my ways, for a kiss and a date, instead I sit and I wait, can't live for these games.