Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Playin' W Me, artist - Songer.
Date of issue: 02.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stop Playin' W Me |
I heard your tape was that a project, or a Gucci advert |
Sounds like you need designer for your self esteem |
Money buys pride but it sells a dream |
Your souls tainted then its dirty but the shelves are clean |
Making quick visits to the cemetery |
Struggle with the chemistry |
There’s chemical imbalance, say that unapologetically |
If my talent fails then this as big as I will ever be |
At least I wrote No More Candles when I was seventeen |
I blink another days over |
I barely moved I’m like my Dr Dre poster but these days its Daytoner |
If you know you know the games we play we take over |
More range than a fucking Range Rover |
Maria Sharapova cause I’m talented but I fail every drug test |
Saturday’s be looking like a fuck fest |
So I’m spitting lyrics to my missus as she’s getting undressed |
Guess we both got things we need to get off our chest |
My people getting COVID and that’s so annoying |
That shit make her kiss me thru the phone I feel like Soulja Boy |
Pictures with my guy, but I lost the fucking polaroid |
These rappers say the same shit you judge em by their tone of voice |
Deep that |
That ain’t wordplay that’s a synonym |
I did that in year 8, I weren’t fucking listening |
Struggling to process all these other rappers twittering |
Think my thoughts personal, and I think that’s what the difference is |
Seven days a week I’m thinking 24s |
Following the snow its like we’re seven dwarves |
Screaming for success but now there’s plenty more |
I’ll explain the rest when I’m at heavens door |
All the shit he never saw |
Hearts keep bleeding I need menopause |
If we could have a handshake |
You would feel my hand shake |
I need sweet bud, sugar, lemon that’s a pancake |
Lying if I told you that I’m focused on my bad days |
But bite me till you blow cause I’m a hand grenade |
And fuck you if you doubted me |
Why should I look up to people knowing they look down on me |
When bar for bar they wouldn’t last a round with me |
Big up all the people that surrounded me, look out for me and never let the |
noise start drowning me |
This is wind in your face music |
This ain’t Songer this is James music |
Why am I awake music |
Fly me up to space music |
Sipping spirits but I don’t like the taste music |
Ask me why I make music |
Bro even my names music |
Songer means to think in French, the fucking irony |
It’s weird how everything makes sense, it’s all aligned for me |
I’m honest and I love my friends, I know they’d ride for me |
I doubt they’ll ever cop me a watch, but they got time for me |
Anxiety is not the type to level up careers |
Meghan Markle I ain’t levelling with peers |
We’re different ball parks |
They love an underdog but only till the dog barks |
They don’t understand me till the song starts |
And truth say I’m way too familiar in my own company |
So my familia and me just start our own company |
Every day I’m saddened by my own country |
So sitting down and watching football’s where my souls comfy |
Sounds pathetic, facts are facts, and you can all judge me |
Cause all you judge is Louis Walsh who gives a fuck regardless |
I was privileged as a kid my mind is fucked regardless |
They’re holding blades up to my throat, don’t wanna trust the barbers |
That’s just paranoia speaking |
Avoid the demon, all my boys are dreamin |
Sky high visions, barbeque gardens |
Ask the questions, but they never answer true answers |
I just maximise potential off a few chances |
Tell me how I’m gassed to go on stage |
But I’m shook to answer phone calls |
Words get delayed this ain’t pro tools |
shit what happened |
It’s like I can’t control my whole hopefuls |
But still I round money, that’s dough balls |
Good hearts, I got one |
Hypocrites, I’m top one |
I’m telling you that ain’t shit sweet |
But sugar and my god son |
Hypocrites, I’m top one |
Good hearts, I got one |
Ain’t shit sweet but |
Sugar and my god son |
I’m tryna move the goalposts, switching up a no no |
But telling me I’ve changed, I fucking hope so |
Man are next to die like Sissoko |
Wrong league like Sanogo |
In my bank I want the Maccy D’s logo |
Stop playin' with me |