Testo PLAYER WAYS - Vince Staples
Testo della canzone PLAYER WAYS (Vince Staples), tratta dall'album RAMONA PARK BROKE MY HEART
Ayy, I keep it funky with the bitches, I got player ways
Can't fall asleep after I hit, I gotta stay awake
I buss it down, she want ten rounds, I gotta take a break
My conscience blinded, I be tryna fuck the pain away
I have no time to wine and dine, I gotta run the streets
Every woman I done fucked with been in love with me
She don't want nothing but a little company
Until the sun is up and that's enough for me
I knew that you would never be mine
I knew that you was just one call away from pressing decline
I knew that time was of the essence, no it never rewinds
You know the press is full of lies, so why you pressing your line?
And I know it eats you up inside to have to tell me the truth
Ain't no way you think I think she love me better than you
I think that nigga you be talking to be doing too much
You wipe your tears in front the mirror, now you thinking 'bout us
Please don't worry 'bout it, baby girl, I'm not in a rush
He won't ever get too crazy girl, that boy know what's up
You know who to trust, I'ma be there long as I breathe air
And if I die, I'll keep you smiling from the sky
Ayy, I keep it funky with the bitches, I got player ways
Can't fall asleep after I hit, I gotta stay awake
I buss it down, she want ten rounds, I gotta take a break
My conscience blinded, I be tryna fuck the pain away
I have no time to wine and dine, I gotta run the streets
Every woman I done fucked with been in love with me
She don't want nothing but a little company
Until the sun is up, and that's enough for me
I don't know that girl and if I do it's not like that
And if I did, it was a while ago, before you took me back
You always focused on the past, when I be all about that ass
When I be all up in them guts, you know you love to throw it back
You know I live for you and me, I know sometimes it's hard to see
I know I complicated things, I know you scared to say the least
But c'est la vie, estarè aqui
Namaste, nah mean?
These hoes don't mean a thing
Ayy, I keep it funky with the bitches, I got player ways
Can't fall asleep after I hit, I gotta stay awake
I buss it down, she want ten rounds, I gotta take a break
My conscience blinded, I be tryna fuck the pain away
I have no time to wine and dine, I gotta run the streets
Every woman I done fucked with been in love with me
She don't want nothing but a little company
Until the sun is up, and that's enough for me
When I was like in sixth grade, I was ditching with gangster guys
And I started dressing like that
Getting my tattoos, leaving home (leaving home)
He wanted money, I go "I'll go and get it for you"
He's all like, "How you gon' get it?" That's how I got the money
I was like, so in love with him that anything he said, I did (I did)
He started giving me letters every day and I would be like
"Oh, he loves me, he loves me" even though I knew, you know? He was lying
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Corinne Jacqueline Bailey-rae, Mino Drerup, Dylan Ismael Teixeira, Levi Miucci, Jonas Koch
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