Lyrics Cards On the Table - Sebastian Mikael

Always talkin' 'bout leavin', but you won't
Same story, heard that, smash that fake ass nigga
Fuck white a while, no name, no time
Fuck games, I put my cards on the table, I'm drunk, I'm drunk

You ain't really slick like you think, no
I can see right through those white lies
Girl, open up your heart for the right kind
And maybe you will find it
(She's so) trapped into this life
In my heavenly, you'll find another guy
In the same side where you found me
I might look like your time
I'm too advanced for you, don't make plans for us
It's what you signed up for
You ain't built for this side though

Oh, you got real but it don't fit
The ideal that don't exist
You see me round but you ain't worshipped
And you need validation from me, yeah yeah
Don't you worry, yeah
Girl you know it's right

Oh, you got real but it don't fit
The ideal that don't exist
I'd never fit your ideal doesn't exist

Always talkin' 'bout leavin' but you won't
Same story, heard that, smash that fake ass nigga
Fuck white a while, no name, no time
Fuck games, I put my cards on the table, I'm drunk, I'm drunk now