Текст песни Playing Favorites (feat. WESTSIDE BOOGIE) - Grace Weber , Boogie

Though I may speak, with braveness
And have the gift, to awe inspire
To have not loved (loved)
My words are vain, as sounding brass
And hopeless gain

Oh
Would it even matter
Would it even matter
Am I a fool to love?
Don't I have enough?
Running down the minutes
Would it even matter
Out here playing favorites
Out here playing favorites

How I ask a simple question and you glitching in my face?
How forbidden is the fruit that you keep mixing on your plate?
No repentance for your sins when you missing faith
See I don't want no empty prayers when I'm saying Grace
And I just hope they won't freeze up
See I get chills from your body warmth shi* where your self esteem go?
And lately you've been saying I should clean more
And telling me I'm cheating cuz the brightness on my screen low
And I keep saying
Tell me tell me something (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Swear it really won't take no time
Tell me tell me something (something)
Did you really not play both sides oh yeah?
Cuz you been playing favorites
And I been living dangerous
But that's when I feel safest yeah

Am I a fool to love?
Don't I have enough?
Running down the minutes
Would it even matter?
Out here playing favorites
Out here playing favorites