Stop Playing
Stop playing
I'm not staying
Close to your touch
I gotta rush
You been my crutch
But I'm moving on from you
Ain't got time to prove my love to you
Cuz I'm not well
I'm in hell
I can't tell
Whose round me
Whose round you
I can't choose
Just what the fuck I been thinking anymore
We just been fighting n' it's feeling like a war
I feel the stress like it's knocking on my door
I don't know what I really got in store
Fiending for some more
Of your love
I don't really wanna call my bluff
I'm just tryna vibe but shit is tough
I don't really wanna feel like this
Stop playing
I'm not staying
Close to your touch
I gotta rush
You been my crutch
But I'm moving on from you
Ain't got time to prove my love to you
Cuz I'm not well
I'm in hell
I can't tell
Whose round me
Whose round you
I can't choose
All my circumstances
Fuck them second chances
I don't need romancing
My moves are so drastic
Girl you're plastic
Fake, that is what you are
Hate, you be leaving scars
Fate, all that we can love
I can't really trust no one
Stop playing
I'm not staying
Close to your touch
I gotta rush
You been my crutch
But I'm moving on from you
Ain't got time to prove my love to you
Cuz I'm not well
I'm in hell
I can't tell
Whose round me
Whose round you
I can't choose
I'm not staying
Close to your touch
I gotta rush
You been my crutch
But I'm moving on from you
Ain't got time to prove my love to you
Cuz I'm not well
I'm in hell
I can't tell
Whose round me
Whose round you
I can't choose
Just what the fuck I been thinking anymore
We just been fighting n' it's feeling like a war
I feel the stress like it's knocking on my door
I don't know what I really got in store
Fiending for some more
Of your love
I don't really wanna call my bluff
I'm just tryna vibe but shit is tough
I don't really wanna feel like this
Stop playing
I'm not staying
Close to your touch
I gotta rush
You been my crutch
But I'm moving on from you
Ain't got time to prove my love to you
Cuz I'm not well
I'm in hell
I can't tell
Whose round me
Whose round you
I can't choose
All my circumstances
Fuck them second chances
I don't need romancing
My moves are so drastic
Girl you're plastic
Fake, that is what you are
Hate, you be leaving scars
Fate, all that we can love
I can't really trust no one
Stop playing
I'm not staying
Close to your touch
I gotta rush
You been my crutch
But I'm moving on from you
Ain't got time to prove my love to you
Cuz I'm not well
I'm in hell
I can't tell
Whose round me
Whose round you
I can't choose
Credits
Writer(s): Cooper Lightsey
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