Cancion : Head Games Artista : Sylvan LaCue Album : Apologies In Advance Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-head-games-de-sylvan-lacue Part I [Verse 1:] Yeah I should get up and do somethin' about what I'm feelin' today 10 hours later, distracted, I doubt what I know is in place I can be confident, boast my prerogative, gloat full of grace Turn right around, put my prominence down like you still in a race You gotta do more to be more don't you ever forget it Pardon but what is a limit? Anxiety driven I'll never be finished, nah [Coro:] Head games, ooh Head games, ooh Head games, ooh Head games, I [Verse 2:] Think I need more than I already have Still a perfectionist, reekin' of evidence I cling to all of my past Hiccups mistakes I fixate on my flaws, till my strength measures up bout As bad as my neck for attacking my progress Revert to what hasn't been conquered accomplish I pull up like, "What's poppin'," fuck what you've done Total disregard how far you have come All I see is empty space on this road Common Dilla, you got so far to go That's those... [Coro:] Head games, ooh Head games, ooh Head games, ooh Head games [Verse 3:] Family secure Financial freedom, the better treaty Gold and castles right beside me, Nefertiti Oh stability, I pray you never leave me Had to work the overnight slave graveyard Hope for three wishes and a genie Was Aladdin way before Aladdin had it clappin' Desolate but always bagged a Princess Jasmine Stealin' watermelon, dodging swords Young broke boy connoisseur All my niggas found a path to prison From grabbin' smithens, automatics as tall as Lorde [Lord] What you waitin' for? You got the power to, hold up You got the power to turn all these visions To heartfelt reality, love is the sacrifice Bring on the calvary, no delaying That shit'll only delay your blessings, hold up Switch it up, know you love somethin' when you give it up When you above nothing you don't give a fuck Never had a posse or party I hardly remember the times when it was 10 of us Look what you've accomplished here The proofs in the lighting the dark's been cleared No fog, nigga, the dock is clear Why do I question my blessings? (Why?) Why do I not take my own suggestions? Run circles and chase false perfection Burdened with a mighty cause Overwhelmed but I was taught to follow God Made it out from jungles, where a problem solved Was take off your top like it's Mardi Gras What's all the fuss on your favorite rapper Favorite artist's artist? All this conversation Who you call the hardest? What is competition? Don't know how to listen How we go from record sales to algorithms? Don't confuse my opposition nor my hunger No one stole my thunder Niggas love yellin' "I'm the best" Insecure, insecure, you're more Issa than a Shaya Bin scripture Serving warrants everybody's going lazy I supported, all you niggas look like Lawrence I've been doin' this since niggas ripped from torrents Soulja clout goggles Way before you wore them And I've never had an off day A million in cash, bet it on my off day Who am I to give a damn about what any cards say? What about what God say? Told my niggas all we gotta do is... Part II [Intro] Get out of your own mind [Verso:] Now this remind me of the chitlin circuit Little brother, picture perfect A simpler time in this life of mine My freedom of expression taught me lessons My father couldn't find time to present At times I often resent I've done some wrong in my life At 21, I repent Holy waters devour facials Arise to a scent A smell of praises and "Jesus loves you" No pain in my eyes A couple of months, my consistency took a dip, no surprise See this is all a disguise My human nature favored sinnin', gluttony of life Love lust, what's trust? I put my all into the mic Up on some 1995 shit, hip-hop purist I hated Lil Jon and Lil Wayne Was scouting old Nas lyrics & Lupe scriptures in Southern Florida. Bordered Trick Daddy's a thug holiday It Was Written & Muddy Waters Created sanctuary in these thoughts Many apologies to my exes I bombarded with my mama's issues See our relationship led to love that was hard to get through My safest place became prison, developed rigid religion A set of beliefs that incited grief, many nights with tissues And Uncle G I miss you But our relationship suffered from our positions as individuals, see I became a man, you couldn't understand And saw me as the same little nigga you met at 16 I miss things, miss when I didn't judge who I was on a daily basis Pressin' my inner patience, runnin' my mind in circles and losin' my inner sanctum I'm still distracted by others' journeys and lookin' backwards Why do I lose my passion when God's got a plan he's been savin' for me Since Mrs. Herring and Michael LaCue was shacking Whats a financial backing to God when it's time for action Quit with these head games, Its time to make somethin' happen ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================