The Game
From the beginning you caught my eye
Your gaze got me mesmerized
Your smile
Hypnotized
But what I didn’t realize were the lies that came with the ride
Hurt was my name
Yet I felt so ashamed to have brought you into my cave
Why?
I don’t know
You managed to keep me in the game
I was dying
Never knew the illness but I was trying
To fill the void of my last love, my last hope
Thinking you were the one to hold
I lied
To myself while I laid with you
Thinking you wanted it too
but in reality
I wanted to be your # 1
but In actuality I was your plus 2
Fuck you, you don’t deserve me
But still I wanted you to notice me
For what I had, for what I’ve done
But all you wanted was my goodies to get undone.
You hurt me
You deceived me
You played me
Since I met you I thought you wanted thee
But all you wanted was to get inside of me
Yea the "love" was great, the passion was there
But was this the man I once saw, the one I cared
For..
In the morning I woke up next to you
Thinking if I spent the night I could win with you
You shifted your body so did my heart
I aint with the games and so are your cards
That you play
You think this a game
To play with females hearts just to fuck and get laid
get a lick here, a suck there
From all the pussy would you even care?
To notice a women like me
Waiting for you to change so you can be
The One for me
But All in all
What are you gaining?
Make sure it aint a kid from all the pussy you be “claiming”
Hold up!
Now you're Blaming
For what!?
No one told you to be a rocket and shoot
Just like how you spread lies like its your parachute
I'm statin the truth
Just looking out before your "hoes" know a thing or two
Listen
I Believed all your lies
I thought this was it
Thinking "I found the one"
But you just hit and quit
From all the hurt
I bonged my way to reality thinking you were there
My smoke was the whisper while the flame was the scare
I craved your attention while you were busy making "love"
All this "giving" made you too fee fee fee feeble to love
Let me tell you something
In secret
Privately
Your private life ain't so secret
Your "hoes" know your "hoes"
Your bros know the roles
Shit
You wasted my time and now your hoes own your soul
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