Текст песни Away Games - Cam Thomas feat. King Tobee

I said I love you at them home games
You pull up to away games too
And we gon play our own games too
I said I don't do no hoes
So the only one I chose came through
That's why we fucking at away games too
I said I love you at them home games
You pull up to away games too
And we gon play our own games too
I said I don't do no hoes
So the only one I chose came through
That's why we fucking at away games too you know

Courtside Cam you know he the greatest
Lace you in the latest, I'm hitting you up on a daily basis
I'm searching for you in the crowd I like familiar faces
I won't apologise for my straying eyes
You catch em every time
Ain't got none to sweat bout you a fucking dime
You my dimepiece
Know I always come back around to the same one
Just like the hands on my timepiece
Invite baby over, first time I hit
My crib, call that home court advantage
Since then I've had a couple chances
Girl you thick as hell but, I still like the match up
Vinyl playing, and that ain't the only thing getting scratched up huh
Let me take a breather for a second
Check, take you down now you playing D
You a hustler still (oh I see you)
You on my team I swing that rock
That's cause I trust you still
Swear that's laced the way I'm strung up on your sex appeal
Free spirit, go and tat my name just so I know that's real

I said I love you at them home games
You pull up to away games too
And we gon play our own games too
I said I don't do no hoes
So the only one I chose came through
That's why we fucking at away games too
I said I love you at them home games
You pull up to away games too
And we gon play our own games too
I said I don't do no hoes
So the only one I chose came through
That's why we fucking at away games too you know

(Slick), it's King T from the sticks
I break your ankle under pressure
That's just me and my (shh, you know)
I need you like a lucky charm you my lick
From the head to the tip of your toes it's so hard to admit

I sing it three times
You so bad you so bad you so bad
(You so bad with it, you so bad with it)
You can have whatever you like
Gucci bag Louis bag Birkin bag (yeah)

Yo, on the road to away games you pull up
Like you the starting five
Up on a Tuesday talking tactics on your inner thigh
Hair slick, mean grip, you're like a ride or die
PG vision, you so player baby this is recognition
(Full time), meet you at the bleachers we can
Skip the line, skip the press
Slipping off your vest, slipping off your dress
You and I, take it back to back you from a different set
And at the end of the day I'm balling for the best

(You know) I ball
Said I'm balling for you balling for you
Said I'm even writing songs for you
I ball, said I'm balling I'm balling
How I be running for my city baby

You know I know just what you need
You know I'm good for that (good for that)
I'm good for that (I'm good for that)
I'm good for that

I said I love you at them home games
You pull up to away games too
And we gon play our own games too
I said I don't do no hoes
So the only one I chose came through
That's why we fucking at away games too
I said I love you at them home games
You pull up to away games too
And we gon play our own games too
I said I don't do no hoes
So the only one I chose came through
That's why we fucking at away games too you know