Games
No time for getting cozy
Kinda like the people moving slowly
Closely towards Peace
The beat barley knows me
I keep it neat
Like Hercules achieving feats
I've got nothing to me
But some size advantage and some heat
But it's all that's dead
Like the stars circling my head
I got a message, yeah
But that shit's still left on read
Just tell me please, is it something that I said?
Making songs about you yeah you know I'm nodding it
Sending flowers to you, with no name they anonymous
And all these love letters damn I'm losing all this paper
I gave it to the mailman, you'll probably get em later
I know when we're together it feels like you're my neighbor
Close enough, I hear it's tough, the walls thin as paper
Yeah it's so damn loud when you finally come around
I'm not sure who's lost and I don't like what I've found
It took me a minute, please stop, and let me finish
We broke it off years ago, I know it's not my business
Do you feel like telling me what you're up to today
Or would you rather sit down and just yell at my face
I get it, I understand trust me yeah I know
I truly have some tendencies that really tend to grow
It's about improvement, I like your bodies movement
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted when you moved in
Damn, but that's all in the past
If I can't finish first, then I'll certainly come in last
I'd rather be at the back of the room with some doom puffing gas
Then wrapped around your finger Arik's never second-class
I'm cocky, arrogant, wild and all that shit cause
There's a demon in my brain that just won't quit
Yapping, saying that I've done everything wrong
Self-improvement truly is my one and only song
What are you doing
Today
One more time to make it feel so divine, yeah
What are you doing
Today
I'm in my prime, not sweating the shine
What are you doing
To me
I heal and pray, and every other cliché
And why do you love
All these games
I'm here to stay, but I'm not one to play
I'm running to get my name to follow feat
I gotta spit the rounds till they coming at me
And I guess that's what I get for always asking for more
I remember the slam I'm still fixing my door
Heartache is just the battle, but loving is always war
There's a lot of parts of you that I partially adore
I used to sore, and smile till my head hit the ceiling
But life's a bitch and your secret past is revealing
Part of me is healing, the other half is stealing
A kiss from anyone who can promise they leaving
A little part of themselves on top of mental shelves
Don't give me hell just cause I know Satan well
See time will tell after the split just like a cell
Whether or not we could ever hope to excel
Well
At least I've got good tunes And I like my whiskey straight
Yes sir
I'm no stranger to booze
Damn
What are you doing
Today
One more time to make it feel so divine, yeah
What are you doing
Today
I'm in my prime, not sweating the shine
What are you doing
To me
I heal and pray, and every other cliché
And why do you love
All these games
I'm here to stay, but I'm not one to play
Kinda like the people moving slowly
Closely towards Peace
The beat barley knows me
I keep it neat
Like Hercules achieving feats
I've got nothing to me
But some size advantage and some heat
But it's all that's dead
Like the stars circling my head
I got a message, yeah
But that shit's still left on read
Just tell me please, is it something that I said?
Making songs about you yeah you know I'm nodding it
Sending flowers to you, with no name they anonymous
And all these love letters damn I'm losing all this paper
I gave it to the mailman, you'll probably get em later
I know when we're together it feels like you're my neighbor
Close enough, I hear it's tough, the walls thin as paper
Yeah it's so damn loud when you finally come around
I'm not sure who's lost and I don't like what I've found
It took me a minute, please stop, and let me finish
We broke it off years ago, I know it's not my business
Do you feel like telling me what you're up to today
Or would you rather sit down and just yell at my face
I get it, I understand trust me yeah I know
I truly have some tendencies that really tend to grow
It's about improvement, I like your bodies movement
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted when you moved in
Damn, but that's all in the past
If I can't finish first, then I'll certainly come in last
I'd rather be at the back of the room with some doom puffing gas
Then wrapped around your finger Arik's never second-class
I'm cocky, arrogant, wild and all that shit cause
There's a demon in my brain that just won't quit
Yapping, saying that I've done everything wrong
Self-improvement truly is my one and only song
What are you doing
Today
One more time to make it feel so divine, yeah
What are you doing
Today
I'm in my prime, not sweating the shine
What are you doing
To me
I heal and pray, and every other cliché
And why do you love
All these games
I'm here to stay, but I'm not one to play
I'm running to get my name to follow feat
I gotta spit the rounds till they coming at me
And I guess that's what I get for always asking for more
I remember the slam I'm still fixing my door
Heartache is just the battle, but loving is always war
There's a lot of parts of you that I partially adore
I used to sore, and smile till my head hit the ceiling
But life's a bitch and your secret past is revealing
Part of me is healing, the other half is stealing
A kiss from anyone who can promise they leaving
A little part of themselves on top of mental shelves
Don't give me hell just cause I know Satan well
See time will tell after the split just like a cell
Whether or not we could ever hope to excel
Well
At least I've got good tunes And I like my whiskey straight
Yes sir
I'm no stranger to booze
Damn
What are you doing
Today
One more time to make it feel so divine, yeah
What are you doing
Today
I'm in my prime, not sweating the shine
What are you doing
To me
I heal and pray, and every other cliché
And why do you love
All these games
I'm here to stay, but I'm not one to play
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Griffiths
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