Game Over
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
Big man, fuck your feelings
That's your girl? We can share, deal with it
I was at a shoot, she seen how I kill it
Pinned her back to the wall like tape ball cricket
Break all rules and I test all limits
Sharks in the water, I somersault in it
It's not a complex, just say God did it
I'm the light and the power and I get dark with it
I'm so raw, every word should be law
You house mouses never seen what I saw
I just want main ting have a soft life
Where I can afford to drop 16 on a bra
Please let the boy cook, Jah bless
Officers vex how I flex
Got me screening my phone calls and my texts
I don't use stove nor Pyrex
Llow dat! Better tell them folks
My drug is love, baby, X and O's
Everything legit, the stepping stones
The respect I'm owed, all the checks I've wrote
Paradise life, skeng man mode
Government just made the pension low
I don't wanna worry bout chick nor child
One month, I'm a daddy, and the next, I'm broke?
Llow dat! *PAP PAP PAP* Another enemy done
You think shit sweet? Then it better be rum
Tell it to the judge, I'ma boss out
See me 2Pac Walking out the courthouse
The dogs out
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
Let the beat drop here
Cause it's peak out where my body can't catch a break
Only tek time for my girl
Cause her tight hole do things better than the cake
Pastor told me I drink too much
My doctor says I don't drink enough
Then she became my plug
When she's on Blue Heaven, she's too much vibe
Fronted my bredrin two plus five
Uncle in jail since I flew box kite
Ain't a damn thing changed, now my shoes Off White
Switched to the credit, my net spend deep
Soon my investments reach
Chilling in a villa on a West End beach
Slave to the money? Oh yes indeed, deed
Midwestern ting
Blow up my phone for the medicine
Dosage from my EpiPen
Embarrassed at the state that I left her in
Father, forgive me on Judgment Day
Sex is all it was 'til it wasn't (hey)
I was gonna give her back to her husband (hey)
Now we do brunch every first Sunday
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
We don't play
Barbies with a grip like vice
If you're slim or if you got size
Let me see you do your ting pon live
We don't play
Do road if it's sun or rain
If it's blood, sweat and tears, then Moët it is
Because we can't rave without pagne
Nah
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
Big man, fuck your feelings
That's your girl? We can share, deal with it
I was at a shoot, she seen how I kill it
Pinned her back to the wall like tape ball cricket
Break all rules and I test all limits
Sharks in the water, I somersault in it
It's not a complex, just say God did it
I'm the light and the power and I get dark with it
I'm so raw, every word should be law
You house mouses never seen what I saw
I just want main ting have a soft life
Where I can afford to drop 16 on a bra
Please let the boy cook, Jah bless
Officers vex how I flex
Got me screening my phone calls and my texts
I don't use stove nor Pyrex
Llow dat! Better tell them folks
My drug is love, baby, X and O's
Everything legit, the stepping stones
The respect I'm owed, all the checks I've wrote
Paradise life, skeng man mode
Government just made the pension low
I don't wanna worry bout chick nor child
One month, I'm a daddy, and the next, I'm broke?
Llow dat! *PAP PAP PAP* Another enemy done
You think shit sweet? Then it better be rum
Tell it to the judge, I'ma boss out
See me 2Pac Walking out the courthouse
The dogs out
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
Let the beat drop here
Cause it's peak out where my body can't catch a break
Only tek time for my girl
Cause her tight hole do things better than the cake
Pastor told me I drink too much
My doctor says I don't drink enough
Then she became my plug
When she's on Blue Heaven, she's too much vibe
Fronted my bredrin two plus five
Uncle in jail since I flew box kite
Ain't a damn thing changed, now my shoes Off White
Switched to the credit, my net spend deep
Soon my investments reach
Chilling in a villa on a West End beach
Slave to the money? Oh yes indeed, deed
Midwestern ting
Blow up my phone for the medicine
Dosage from my EpiPen
Embarrassed at the state that I left her in
Father, forgive me on Judgment Day
Sex is all it was 'til it wasn't (hey)
I was gonna give her back to her husband (hey)
Now we do brunch every first Sunday
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
We don't play
Barbies with a grip like vice
If you're slim or if you got size
Let me see you do your ting pon live
We don't play
Do road if it's sun or rain
If it's blood, sweat and tears, then Moët it is
Because we can't rave without pagne
Nah
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
When man touch road, game over
Done know we ain't sober
Left she bumper bend, send a tow truck
She bring her friend, line them both up
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Bayne, Matthew Jacobson
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