I think you know the rules of our game
I have no time to play games
Sometimes I'm close to Kato
Shipping over Brato
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 I'll let you play them anyway
Sometimes I'm close to Kato
Shipping over Brato
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 I'll let you play them anyway
Sit here the clock tick
Watch the leaves on the plant flick
From the fan above
The room and I lit
Head trip with a racy
Spray the feeling and submit
Slow with it
Like the path pre-existing
Hidden codes may sonic
They peep us like a webcam
From the pyramids attic
Pass from hand to hand
Let's say coincidence
Or better yet
Six sense my instincts
Telling me to back up from that handshake
That wasn't tense
My instincts
Telling me to back up from that handshake
That wasn't tense
Brush it off and commence
Blame it on myself
Tripping till the shit hits the fan
Cause I steer from the plan
About bass and Billie Jean
Step into place
Stole my coat on the hood
Recap the time that I waste
I know that spitting's a bad habit
But I can't help the taste
Still searching for the cruises
It becomes a cold case
But fascinating
Still I think to leave the shit from your face
Rebuild the n Thesia
Thesia
Thesia
Sometimes I post a Kato
Sh Pic de какие
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not the trap you lay
But I let you play the mini way
Sometimes I post a Kato
Sh Pic de how you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not the trap you play
But let you play the mini way
Not the trap you lay
But I let you play the mini way
How could you do this to me, me, me, me, me Don't you ever get tired of thinking about
your dope breeze, fall south, go breeze, fall south, go breeze, fall south
Now you ain't sayin' I done sweatin' gettin' hotter Change it to my father, I'm bout to
rip you up, such a control-free You mouth the words, I speak, you got
doughnuts You question me, but you ain't even listenin'
Your world is make-believe, but I keep pretending that I'm flexible
So you think your will's got me bendin' Couldn't raw your energy into negativity
You're holdin' over me while you said you schemin'
But I'm makin' moves while you sleepin' And dreamin' of being larger than life
Your own, how you believin' Well now, you been fakin' the funk since the
beginning Too many chapters announced to rewrite and fix the
ending Beside, you question what kind of message that
be sendin' That you's a jump, punk, butt, so what?
I care not of the rules you choose to play, by the way, I'm sure of a beginning and an
end, but everything in between is all gray.
