Lyrics Playing Games - Silky, Jaykae

Playing Games

You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah
That’s why I been losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah
Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby
Never wanna part, you my one and only
Yeah I’m gon' try make you mine, mine, mine
You make me feel like
Cover it up, you like to play your own game
Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’re thinkin'
I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels
I bet you’ll never even try to be real (yeah, yeah, oh)
You make me feel that-
Cover it up, you like to play your own gam
Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’r thinkin'
You make me feel that-
I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels
I bet you’ll never even try to be real (yeah, yeah, oh)
You make me feel that-
She, she, she wanna chill and watch Netflix
I wanna mix Benzo and press bricks
I wanna book flights for my next trip
Move, moved on, now I’ve forgotten who my ex is
She had it for a while but she lost that
Moved on and she still try stop that
But don’t, but don’t watch that
I still go through more blue ticks on Whatsapp (you make me feel that)
But I’m still street, boy
Runnin' down with mallets on my feet, boy
Start, starter nine in my jeans, boy
So I’ll make a star burst if you take me for a sweet boy
And I know why she’s vexed, cuz
She can’t get better than the best, cuz
And she knows that I’m next up
'Bout the only bitch that can play me is Alexa (you make me feel that-)
You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah (oi Alexa play songs by Silky)
That’s why I been losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah
Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby
Never wanna part, you my one and only
Yeah I’m gon' try make you mine, mine, mine
You make me feel like
Cover it up, you like to play your own game
Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’re thinkin'
I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels
I bet you’ll never even try to be real (yeah, yeah, oh)
You make me feel that-
Police got me on surveillance
So I might, so I might just jump in the plane, cuz
One way ticket, Marbella
Tell PC Plod, «See ya later»
The way you say it, my boy, what you tellin' me?
Why you goin' 'round sayin' you’re my enemy?
Don’t mistake me for a celebrity
I still ram you with a four litre cherokee
She’s heartbroke 'cause she in the friendzone
But I’m heartbroke 'cause they cracked encro
And I, and I still can’t let go
May as well have grafted a phone from Tesco’s
Came from nothin', now I got plenty
So I smile when I see my face on the tele, tele
Yeah my ex is mid-thirties
But, but my new girl’s mid-twenties
Cover it up, you like to play your own game
Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’re thinkin'
You make me feel that-
I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels
I bet you’ll never even try to be real (oh)
You make me feel that-
You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah
That’s why I been losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah
Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby
Never wanna part, you my one and only
Yeah I’m gon' try make you mine, mine, mine
You make me feel like
Cover it up, you like to play your own game
Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’re thinkin'
I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels
I bet you’ll never even try to be real
You make me feel that-