Lyrics:
Love is mind games
Love is mind games
She complains, you listen nice
Then get's P.O.'d by your advice
She waits until it's time for bed
my Swiss 45 aiming at ya head pop pop you know the boy never miss
If I can’t live I don’t wanna die i just wanna spend the rest of my life in
Let me tell you one thing cuz lifes a fucking chess game
White goes first
Straight away they got a headstart
Starting with a handicap cuz they subpar
Therefore be imitators of God
And live in love
Just as Christ also loved us
And gave himself for us
A sacrificial and fragrant offering
To GOD
Look
06
Uncle put me on game, I ain’t change ever since
I done live through it, been through it back in 06
I done live through it, been through it back in
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
what I'm talking about
(oh no oh no oh shii !)
clways kept your head up
Big homie, don't live by the street,
We just adapt to the code, is easy
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
If she first car on the hit train
Then she double sixed in the dick game
N she boutta get double dicked at the Ritz stay
By young Louie and the homie
I'ma live my life, you should live yours too
We all see the future from behind
Blinded by the stars in our eyes
Short cutting through the game, to win
all my dreams
(Live out my dreams)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
For the coke I would sleep hard
But the game drove me nuts, in
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
cuts
I put what I live by on both nuts
It's either him or me so I say fuck dude
I look him in his eyes and say FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, hey, I been
to the head you'll be fucking dead
Top boy gunned down by the oops did you see...did you see how he fucking bleed
Mumzy's be crying so hard can't you see can't
of pretend
Like the cowboy game, where the boy is the sheriff
And Biff is the bandit king
It always seemed to end
With the outlaws down in the jail
By
Tryna get myself out this trenches
Get myself on the pitch leave the benches
Stay focused
Put my head in the game
Like
I be steady chasing on my
Bet the black comes in red, crimes of passion rule my head.
I need you, you want him, dressed to kill we live in sin.
I know the game you play, I
to shake (in my own image)
When I take the rest from the game I still scrimmage
Live on stage or alive in the booth
I get live on the living and exploit
the name yeah
Y'all know the name
Y'all know the name ayy quit playin' games
It's about time they let me in the studio
Rhymes in my head is too much for my
Braveheart niggas
(Jungle) , IllWill niggas (Wizard)
Made of steel niggas
(Horse) , robothugs (Nature)
We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops
everyday
So On my knees when I pray
You only get one life
I got to live it everyday
When he take me out the game
I Wonder who gone say my name
Only me
me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but I've been told, you live
out
I ain't worried bout the pussy nigga finding out
I'm BAD live life like Michael
On top of my game like a spiral
Neck deep
In the dope game
If
I'm really not here to play games with you
I'm really not here to play games with you
I'm really not here to play games with you
I'm really not here
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