Текст песни Mind Games - Iayze
I'm
thinkin',
"How
in
the
fuck
could
you
play
with
me,
I'm
the
one
that
put
you
on?"
She
wanna
sit
down
and
play
my
songs
Mind
games,
my
mind
blown
She
just
wanna
feel
famous
when
she
take
pictures
in
my
home
Sittin'
back,
blowin'
on
strong
Callin'
my
daughter
on
the
phone
She
like
"When
you
coming
home?"
And
my
bitch
wanna
know
when
I'm
coming
home
It's
a
couple
things
that
I
don't
know
All
I
know
is
I
been
wrong
In
a
Beamer,
I
ain't
goin'
slow
Finna
put
that
bitch
on
the
road
Switch
on
the
Glock
with
a
.50
on
it,
yeah,
fuck
it,
I
might
go
rogue
He
got
a
headshot,
he
on
the
floor
They
be
like
"Get
him,
can't
get
'em,
like
why
the
fuck
I
don't
hit
'em?"
Don't
speak
on
the
G.O.A.T
He
went
from
bitchin'
to
twitchin,
I
got
that
lil'
nigga
gone
I'm
on
a
perky,
I'm
itchin',
I'm
itchin',
I'm
itchin',
I'm
itchin',
I'm
feeling
alone
Choppa
hit
'em
and
his
bitch,
get
to
flippin',
I
can't
make
no
more
songs
I'm
smilin',
the
illest,
I'm
spittin',
it's
written
in
stone
I'm
kiddin',
not
kiddin',
oh
She
get
on
her
knees
and
blow
The
Jag
I'ma
steeze,
like
jeez
Louise
The
car
had
no
keys
and
I'm
gone
They
wanna
count
me
out
I
been
keepin'
it
real
but
they
wanna
play
me
like
I'm
wrong
Compared
to
yo
bankin'
accountant,
I
been
gettin'
a
bigger
amount
nigga
off
a
song
And
it
ain't
the
fact
that
you
switched
nigga,
its
the
way
that
shit
came
off
You
get
hit
in
the
head
if
you've
been
with
'em
Guarantee
that
shit
wont
stay
off
New
racks
I'm
making
a
lot
Brand
new
Jag,
take
it
off
the
lot
New
ARP
but
I'm
totin'
a
Glock
I'm
going
out
like
a
G.O.A.T
if
the
feds
try
to
hit
the
spot
I
bet
you
ain't
that
nigga,
take
his
spot
Bitch,
I'm
going
fed',
I
do
it
a
lot
He
hit
in
the
head
if
he
be
with
the
Opps
(You
know?
Sometimes
I
feel
like
a
G.O.A.T)
(My
daughter
be
playin'
my
music
she
look
at
me
like,
on
everything
"You
going
crazy")
(Shittin'
on
all
my
Opps)
I'm
thinkin',
"How
in
the
fuck
could
you
play
with
me,
I'm
the
one
that
put
you
on?"
She
wanna
sit
down
and
play
my
songs
Mind
games,
my
mind
blown
She
just
wanna
feel
famous
when
she
take
pictures
in
my
home
Sittin'
back,
blowin'
on
strong
Callin'
my
daughter
on
the
phone
She
like
"When
you
coming
home?"
And
my
bitch
wanna
know
when
I'm
coming
home
It's
a
couple
things
that
I
don't
know
All
I
know
is
I
been
wrong
In
a
Beamer,
I
ain't
goin'
slow
Finna
put
that
bitch
on
the
road
(Road)
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