Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Games You Play, artist - Wax Tailor. Date of issue: 17.01.2019
Song language: English
The Games You Play |
| Sometimes I flow staccato |
| Strip you of bravado |
| While you be acting macho |
| I try and switch it up |
| I see the games you play |
| And the traps you lay |
| Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2) |
| Sit, here the clock tick |
| Watch the leaves on the plant flick |
| From the fan above, the room and I lit |
| Head trip, deliberate! |
| Cease fighting the feeling and submit |
| Flow with it Like the path preexists in hidden codes Masonic |
| They peep us like a web cam, from the pyramid’s attic |
| Passed from hand to hand, let’s say coincidence |
| Or better yet, 6th sense |
| My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense (X2) |
| Brush it off and commence, blame it on myself tripping |
| Til the shit hits the fan, cuz I steered from the plan |
| About face, and Billy Jean step into to place |
| Throw my coat on the hook, recap the time that I wasted |
| I know that spittin’s a bad habit, but I can’t help the taste |
| Still searching for the clues as it becomes a cold case |
| Procrastinator |
| Til I think to remove the sheet from your face, reveal the naysayer… |
| Sometimes I flow staccato |
| Strip you of bravado |
| While you be acting macho |
| I try and switch it up |
| I see the games you play |
| And the traps you lay |
| Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2) |
| Now you ain’t saying nada |
| Sweating, getting hotter? |
| Change your tune, why bother? |
| I’m bout to rip you up! |
| Such a control freak, you mouth the words I speak |
| (you got your nerve) |
| you question me, but you ain’t even listening |
| your world is make believe but I keep pretending that I’m flexible |
| so you think your will’s got me bending |
| putting all your energy into negativity |
| you’re holding over me while your steady scheming |
| But I’m making moves while your sleeping and dreaming |
| Of being larger than life, your own hype your believing? |
| Well now, you’ve been faking the funk since the beginning |
| Too many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the ending |
| Besides, you question what kind of message that be sending? |
| That you’s a chump? |
| Punk butt? |
| So what! |
| I care not of the roles you choose to play |
| By the way, |
| I’m sure of a beginning and an end but everything in between is all grey… |
| Sometimes I flow staccato |
| Strip you of bravado |
| While you be acting macho |
| I try and switch it up |
| I see the games you play |
| And the traps you lay |
| Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2) |