Текст песни Head Games - Sylvan LaCue

Yeah
I should get up and do somethin' about what I'm feelin' today
10 hours later, distracted, I got what I know is in place
I could be confident, bust my prerogative, blunt full of glaze
Turn right around, put my prominence down like you still in the race
You gotta do more to be more that you ever forgave
Pardon but what is the limit?
Anxiety trippin', I'll never be finished, nah
Head games, ooh
Head games, ooh
Head games, ooh
Head games, I
Think I need more than I already have
Still a perfectionist, reekin' of evidence
I cling to all of my past
Gave us mistakes
I fixate on my flaws, so my strength should hop out
As bad as my neck for attacking my progress
Revert to what hasn't been conquered accomplish
I pull up like, "What's poppin'," fuck what you've done
Total disregard how far you would come
All I see is empty space on this road
Come and tell it, you got so far to go
That's those...
Head games, ooh
Head games, ooh
Head games, ooh
Head games
Family secure
Financial freedom, the better treaty
You're stability,
Had to work the overnight slave graveyard
Hope for three wishes and a genie
Was Aladdin way before Aladdin had it clappin'
That's how [?] always bagged the Princess Jasmine
Stealin' watermelon, dodging swords
Young broke boy connoisseur
All my niggas fallin' back to prison
From grabbin' smithens, automatics [?]
What you waitin' for?
You got the power to, hold up
You got the power to turn all these visions
To [?] reality, love is a sacrifice
Bring up the calvary, know the land
That shit'll only delay your blessings, hold up
Switch it up, know you love somethin' when you give it up
Know you above it when you don't give a fuck
Never had a posse or party
Could hardly remember the times when it was 10 of us
Look what you've accomplished here
Look who's in the light and the dark's been clear
No fog, nigga, the dark gets clear
Why do I question my blessings? Why?
Why do I not take my own suggestions?
Run circles and chase false perfection
Murder with the money, cars
Over one but I was taught to follow God
Made it out from jungles, world's problem solved
So take off your top like it's Mardi Gras
What's all the fussin'? Your favorite rapper
Your favorite artist, all this conversation
Who you call an artist? What is competition?
Don't know how to listen
How we go from record sales to algorithms?
Don't confuse my opposition nor my hunger
No one stole my thunder
Niggas love yellin' "I'm the best"
Insecure, insecure, you're more [innocent?] than a [?] scripture
[?] everybody's [?] lazy
I support it, all you niggas look like Lawrence
I've been doin' this since [?] clout goggles
Way before you walked in
Man I've never had an off day
A million in cash, spend it on my off day
Who am I to give a damn about what any [?] say?
What about what God say?
Told my niggas all we gotta do is...
Get out of your own mind
Now this remind me of the [?] circuit
Little brother, picture perfect
A simpler time in this life of mine
My freedom of expressions taught me lessons
My father couldn't find time to present
And times I often resent
Of thus and wrong in my life
At 21, I repent
Holy water [?] facials
Arise to ascent
The smell of praises and "Jesus loves you"
No pain in my eyes
A couple of months, my consistency took a dip, no surprise
See this is all a disguise
My human nature favored sinnin', gluttony of life
Love lust, what's trust? I put my all into the mic
Up on some 1995 shit, hip-hop purist
I hated Lil Jon and Lil Wayne
[?] Nas lyrics in
[?] scriptures in
Southern Florida boy, the Trick Daddy's thug holiday
It was written in muddy waters
Create a sanctuary and he starts
Many apologies to my exes I bombarded with my mama's issues
See our relationship led to love that was hard to get through
My safest place became prison, developed richer religion
A set of beliefs that incited grief, many nights with tissues
And Uncle G I miss you
But our relationship suffered from our positions as individuals, see
I became a man, you couldn't understand
And saw me as the same little nigga you met at 16
I miss things, miss when I didn't judge who I was on a daily basis
Pressin' my inner patience,
Runnin' my mind in circles and losin' my inner sanctum
I'm still distracted by others' journeys and lookin' backwards
Why do I lose my passion when God's got a plan of savin' for me
Since [?] and Michael LaCue was [?]
Who was the financial backing in power, it's time for action
Quit with these head games, I'm tryna make somethin' happen