Games We Play
I could think like 100 times
Everything I love about you
If I wrote it down
It'd be more than 100 lines, times 10
Man, I could think like 100 times every-
Look
I could think like 100 times
Everything I love about you
If I wrote it down
It'd be more than a hundred lines
Times 10 if you put it on a number line
God damn!
With my main chick
And 'll come after that
After we done fucking see the aftermath
Sitting it class thinking what's after math
I got one life but nothing after that
Things I don't know said she'd teach me
Was a good girl turned her freaky
It takes one call just to reach me
But more than good pussy just to meet me
I can't stand you hoes
I'll still lay it down
I could buy you flowers
Or another round
Of some hard liquor
Dark color brown
Or some cut denims
Cuz I know ya style
Maybe dinner dates
Playing dress up
Give you one chance
If you mess up
If it's two times
Wish you best luck
Think it's revenge
I'm just fed up bitch, I-
(I'm sick of these games we play)
I could think like 100 times
Everything I love about you
If I wrote it down
It'd be more than a hundred lines
Times 10 if you put it on a number line
God damn!
With my main chick
And I'll come after that
After we done fucking see the aftermath
Sitting it class thinking what's after math
I got one life but nothing after that
Everything I love about you
If I wrote it down
It'd be more than 100 lines, times 10
Man, I could think like 100 times every-
Look
I could think like 100 times
Everything I love about you
If I wrote it down
It'd be more than a hundred lines
Times 10 if you put it on a number line
God damn!
With my main chick
And 'll come after that
After we done fucking see the aftermath
Sitting it class thinking what's after math
I got one life but nothing after that
Things I don't know said she'd teach me
Was a good girl turned her freaky
It takes one call just to reach me
But more than good pussy just to meet me
I can't stand you hoes
I'll still lay it down
I could buy you flowers
Or another round
Of some hard liquor
Dark color brown
Or some cut denims
Cuz I know ya style
Maybe dinner dates
Playing dress up
Give you one chance
If you mess up
If it's two times
Wish you best luck
Think it's revenge
I'm just fed up bitch, I-
(I'm sick of these games we play)
I could think like 100 times
Everything I love about you
If I wrote it down
It'd be more than a hundred lines
Times 10 if you put it on a number line
God damn!
With my main chick
And I'll come after that
After we done fucking see the aftermath
Sitting it class thinking what's after math
I got one life but nothing after that
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Writer(s): Thomas Anthony Kelley
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