Music by: rhymebo0k
Words by: A.Bob, Azriel & rhymebo0k
(A.Bob)
It ain't a game, so why you gotta point fingers
Like it's a blame game, it ain't gonna make shit better
Cause I ain't gonna play, you better set your aim right
Get your shit together and your principles; air-tight
Think you're a good player, you're just another dufus
Think you're making a difference but boy you ain't the realest
Things have changed now and the course is done-done
But you just wanna win, lemme show you how it's done
You claimed to be the best, I see no difference
Cause you ain't different, no, you ain't innocent
Now think about it, I ain't blind, I am mine
Eat up, clean up, boy - you gotta stop lyin'
Screwed this shit up, you make me take the blame
But bitch, you're pathetic, don't need to save this dame
Guess it was only a game, nothing close to real life
So you love me? Want me? But really that's all lies
C/O - rhymebo0k
Not at all, you don’t get it
This old velvet, the whole merit is burnt
Thinkin’ that you’ve got the baddest
You self obsessed, boy you’ll never learn
Pro’ly gonna go to Vegas
With the hottest, pro’ly a young intern
See that’s just another baggage
Cos you’re a menace, there ain’t no U-turn
(Azriel)
Look I know you're sad, look I know you're mad
Look I know you pro'ly wanna see em fockin' dead
Look I know you wanna see him buried very deep
I see you're pullin' up 'em pills just to go to sleep
But listen up baby girl cuz it ain't your fault
Some guys were born assholes, by default
It takes a real man to deal with the aftermath
An asshole like him, was a stupid path
Wipe 'em tears off, put on a nice dress
There's a million other guys that you can impress
You've got the heart of a lion, the strength of a bear
There's nothing in this world like you, can't compare
So smile for a minute, look me in the eyes
Tell me that you're stronger despite of the lies
Tell me you're the queen, independent woman
Cuz I know someday soon, you'll forget about this moment
(rhymebo0k)
Some boys, some boys, they'd be breakin' your heart - uh!
Actin' poise, yeah, they're nothin' but fuck ups
Truth be told, this goes to the ladies too
We'd be playin', the game and get us screwed
We'd be romanticisin' the whole compromisin'
That's nothin' but words and it's all in the mind, huh!
Don't get it twisted now, we've all committed the crime, it's overrated now
I'm pro'ly your journey, not a destination
Pro'ly your melody, half a composition
I'm sorry now, what's with the commotion
This is rhymebo0k, best to give me attention
Down with the nice ones, don't care about your puns
Remove your man buns, don't need to smoke a blunt
Cos I know you're frontin', I know you're stuntin'
But, bruh, I'm comin', burn your down, no gunnin'
