The Games You Play

When I was a kid

We used to play a game

I think you know the rules of our game

I have no time to play games

But I'm making moves

While you're sleeping and dreaming

Of being larger than life

Your own hype you believing

Well now, you've been faking the funk since the beginning

Too many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the ending

Besides, you question what kind of message that be sending

That you's a chump, punk butt, so what

I care not of the role you choose to play

By the way

I'm sure of a beginning and an end

But everything in between is all grey

All grey, all grey, all grey

Sometimes I flow staccato

Strip you of vibrato

While you be acting macho

I try and switch it up

I see the games you play

And the traps you lay

Not fit to fall in

But I let you play them anyway

I don't understand this game

Wax Tailor