Mind Games
Got another thing I want to say
I'm trying not to go back to my ways
So tell me what I gotta do today
I don't wanna cause any more pain
Saying what you're saying just for fame
I don't wanna fuck with fucking lames
Who you think you're trying to fucking play, foolish?
I don't know what you are trying to gain
Quit playing games with my heart
I don't want you to see this
Baby you told me I'm wrong
I don't want you no more
Please just give me a reason
The ice on my wrist has time freezing
Loving you takes four full seasons
She's riding this train like Liam Neeson
I'm going all beast, yeah
I'm talking about shorties and dough and some yeast, yeah
I want you to be mad
You're low on your bread but I'm cooking a feast, yeah
Oh you loving the cheese, yeah?
I got me some Vino to go with at least that
But we don't do free snacks
So put up the money to count up the green stacks
I'm hoping to do it in the stroke of the night got me hyped up in flames
But I know it's my destiny
Summer nights in the pool in the back of the mansion was lit so
I showed em the best of me
If you want it go get it, don't sweat it, don't dread it
Do it now, then you might just regret it
I hate when I talk cause I'm always ahead of it
You aim for the chest, but I aim for the head of it
It's me yeah baby I know you can bear it
Had some times that were rough while you held up my spirits
I knew enough how to get to the bank down the house
Just to build up some money and credit
You taking a tik but I'm hearing you talk while you plan
Out your future I look at the clock
And I'm doing this steady don't tell me to stop while
I look at you here cause I'm ready to fuck it up (fuck it up)
Yo lo se, yo le se I fucking know this
I got a bad bitch singing while she moaning
But if you look here you will fall
Don't want a little I want it all
You talking to me bout nonsense
Saying I'm ruining the plans now
I'm getting too close to the edge now
Stop playing these games and just get down
As she moaning...
I'm trying not to go back to my ways
So tell me what I gotta do today
I don't wanna cause any more pain
Saying what you're saying just for fame
I don't wanna fuck with fucking lames
Who you think you're trying to fucking play, foolish?
I don't know what you are trying to gain
Quit playing games with my heart
I don't want you to see this
Baby you told me I'm wrong
I don't want you no more
Please just give me a reason
The ice on my wrist has time freezing
Loving you takes four full seasons
She's riding this train like Liam Neeson
I'm going all beast, yeah
I'm talking about shorties and dough and some yeast, yeah
I want you to be mad
You're low on your bread but I'm cooking a feast, yeah
Oh you loving the cheese, yeah?
I got me some Vino to go with at least that
But we don't do free snacks
So put up the money to count up the green stacks
I'm hoping to do it in the stroke of the night got me hyped up in flames
But I know it's my destiny
Summer nights in the pool in the back of the mansion was lit so
I showed em the best of me
If you want it go get it, don't sweat it, don't dread it
Do it now, then you might just regret it
I hate when I talk cause I'm always ahead of it
You aim for the chest, but I aim for the head of it
It's me yeah baby I know you can bear it
Had some times that were rough while you held up my spirits
I knew enough how to get to the bank down the house
Just to build up some money and credit
You taking a tik but I'm hearing you talk while you plan
Out your future I look at the clock
And I'm doing this steady don't tell me to stop while
I look at you here cause I'm ready to fuck it up (fuck it up)
Yo lo se, yo le se I fucking know this
I got a bad bitch singing while she moaning
But if you look here you will fall
Don't want a little I want it all
You talking to me bout nonsense
Saying I'm ruining the plans now
I'm getting too close to the edge now
Stop playing these games and just get down
As she moaning...
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Writer(s): Eric Ocampo
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