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Artiste:
J Nanks
Titre:
Deceptions
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Playing games (Playing games with me) (This is Magestick) What? What? What? I know the truth, been playing games So sick of fakeness, it's been running through your veins (Yeah) I know that we've kinda grown apart And each time we fight you're putting bullets through my heart, yeah Yeah, I can't hide, I run from demons in my head And I can't sleep, I keep on sinkin' in my bed I don't know what goin' on with me These demons, they be livin' in my head I need some angels to fight 'em so I can focus on this bread I won't let you control me Feels like no one else know I don't know where I'm going now (This is Magestick) I know the truth, been playing games So sick of fakeness, it's been running through your veins (Yeah) I know that we've kinda grown apart And each time we fight you're putting bullets through my heart, yeah If I lose you, you'll be calling me a dead man It's been rough, I tore my soul up out the trash can Think I found myself, I think I made it happen Just been lookin' in my life at less distractions If I lose you, you'll be calling me a dead man It's been rough, I tore my soul up out the trash can It's time to get it, I will live I love my life, I'm out my crib And I be messin' with my money, I think I might need a bib I got all these other people steady knocking at my door They're like, "Nanks, let me in," and I'm like, "Sorry, not no more" Yeah, watch me whip the coupe like I'm out of control Bands up in my pocket, racks up on the floor Yeah, think I'm real, but I don't even know, yeah I just wanna know, yeah I just wanna know, yeah (This is Magestick) I know the truth, been playing games So sick of fakeness, it's been running through your veins (Yeah) I know that we've kinda grown apart And each time we fight you're putting bullets through my heart, yeah