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When I was a kidWe used to play a gameI think you know the rules of our gameI have no time to play gamesSometimes I flow staccatoStrip you of vibratoWhile you be acting machoI try and switch it upI see the games you playAnd the traps you layNot fit to fall inBut I let you play them anywaySometimes I flow staccatoStrip you of vibratoWhile you be acting machoI try and switch it upI see the games you playAnd the traps you layNot fit to fall inBut I let you play them anywaySit, hear the clock tickWatch the leaves on the plant flickFrom the fan above, the room and I litSongtexteHead trip, deliberateCease fighting the feeling and submit, flow with itLike the path pre exists in hidden codes MasonicThey peep us like a web cam from the pyramid's atticPassed from hand to hand, let's say coincidenceOr better yet, sixth senseMy instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intenseMy instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intenseBrush it off and commenceBlame it on myself tripping'Til the shit hits the fan'Cause I steered from the planAbout face, and Billy Jean step into placeThrow my coat on the hookRecap the time that I wastedI know that spitting's a bad habitBut I can't help the tasteStill searching for the clues as it becomes a cold caseProcrastinator'Til I think to remove the sheet from your faceReveal the naysayerSometimes I flow staccatoStrip you of vibratoWhile you be acting machoI try and switch it upI see the games you playAnd the traps you layNot fit to fall inBut I let you play them anywaySometimes I flow staccatoStrip you of vibratoWhile you be acting machoI try and switch it upI see the games you playAnd the traps you layNot fit to fall inBut I let you play them anywayHow could you do this to meMe, me, me, meDon't you ever get tired of thinking about your dope, greedy small selfNow you ain't saying nadaSweating, getting hottaChange your tune, why bothaI'm bought to rip you upSuch a control freakYou mouth the word's I speakYou question me, but you ain't even listeningYou're world is make believeBut I keep pretending that i'm flexibleSo you think your will's got me bendingPutting all your energy into negativityYou holding over me while you steady schemingBut I'm making movesWhile you're sleeping and dreamingOf being larger than lifeYou own hype you believingWell now, you've been faking the funk since the beginningToo many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the endingBesides, you question what kind of message that be sendingThat you's a chump, punk butt, so whatI care not of the role you choose to playBy the wayI'm sure of a beginning and an endBut everything in between is all greyAll grey, all grey, all greySometimes I flow staccatoStrip you of vibratoWhile you be acting machoI try and switch it upI see the games you playAnd the traps you layNot fit to fall inBut I let you play them anywaySometimes I flow staccatoStrip you of vibratoWhile you be acting machoI try and switch it upI see the games you playAnd the traps you layNot fit to fall inBut I let you play them anywayI don't understand this game Aus Songtexte Mania