paroles de chanson deceiver/losing game - Ozzy Allan

Fly to this shit
I'm really in it when I pilot this
Might try to Toge
How we moving within silences
Point eyes at me
I'm never threatened what the climate is
It's out of nature
Tell me who you seek asylum in
Rotate the 'digm and some
Notate my time is up
No taint or grime, it's done
Prorate the nine and stun
Pack up my shit, I might just leave
Or take the top, it's up my sleeve
It's what you want but end of day
It all goes down, what you believe?
What you believe?
Yuh, What you believe?
(What you believe?)
Yuh, I deceive

Yuh
This sleight of hand will do it
I have to hand it to em'
They knife the land in two and
I might just land into it
I can't just move with no caution
Can't use reason, no option
Put my life on the auction
That's what we all have in common, yuh
I do this dance and shit
The Devil prance, a myth
I hide behind what I see fit
Serve my life, my time is split
This not no gang, it's war with smiths
(Yea give it time, I might just quit)
Yea I might just quit
He died but bullets rip
I tried to catch my grip
Yea you lie so you don't R.I.P.
Can't go home when crimson drip
Can't go home, they know my place
Sell my soul, I might be safe
Would you believe what's in your face?
(To your face)
(Would you believe it to your face?)

Fly to this shit
I'm really in it when I pilot this
Might try to Toge
How we moving within silences
Point eyes at me
I'm never threatened what the climate is
It's out of nature
Tell me who you seek asylum in
Rotate the 'digm and some
Notate my time is up, (Yea)
No taint or grime, it's done, (Yea)
Prorate the nine and stun
Pack up my shit, I might just leave
Or take the top, it's up my sleeve
It's what you want but end of day
It all goes down, what you believe?
(Would you believe me?, would you believe me?)
What you believe?
(Would you believe me?, would you believe me?)
Yuh, What you believe?
(You deceive me, you deceive me)
(Yea, you deceive)
Yuh, I deceive

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I'm on my time to be honest
I cannot rush up the process
Money on miles or the progress?
It's funny to smile as an artist
But I know the risk
Wrap up the edge of my fist
The moments I'll miss
I notice I escape from bliss
Priority stands, I don't check off a list
This all for my car kids
It doesn't matter
(Matter)
Fuck all that chattering shit
I'm too focused tryna stack up these chips
Hands on her waist up and down with her hips
Stepping in front of the stars, an eclipse
Ignore the meaning, you want me equipped
I rip the script, only favors whose in
It's too dangerous
You still ain't with us
Ain't tryna lose
(Ain't tryna lose)
So I gotta chose
(I gotta chose)
Ain't tryna lose
(Lose, lose)
So I gotta chose
(Chose, chose, lose, lose)
(Yea, chose, chose, yea, yea)