Spades

Lyrics

[Chorus: Devin Tracy] I can't play Spades, I know it's a shame You criticize, then you trick me A King of Diamonds, then you miss me In regards to the cards that you play Another round, for the books it's a game You came my love two sides Not me, nigga, all night I can't play Spades, I know it's a shame You criticize, then you trick me A King of Diamonds, then you miss me [Verse 1: Radamiz] I can talk about it and won't walk around it Just been practicing my lil balance, aye Back to 100, I withstand the damage Never tall but always outstanding Yeah, yeah, yeah I lack panic and peep the advert advantages Seeing black cards in my Tarot reading Call a paramedic for the parameter I be paraphrasing like a paralеgal Make me port-a-potty on important peoplе Don't call me genius if comparing people I am God's baby, I ain't scared of people I can sport a loss, I can wear a re-do Be cool with the process, move with the brute force Muting the morgues, music are scores But who gets the points? Put two in a door and leave room for some more This shit gets crazy aye!, this shit gets crazy aye! Hold onto my head like I'm holding an AK Success never lets you just stay the same You think you're the same but you ain't the same When everything's wrong, you're the one to blame I can't play it safe, I can't play it safe I can't play it, safe! [Chorus: Devin Tracy] I can't play Spades, I know it's a shame You criticize, then you trick me A King of Diamonds, then you miss me In regards to the cards that you play Another round, for the books It's a game You came, my love two sides Not me, nigga, all night [Bridge: Devin Tracy] You know my ass can't play You know my love won't change So simple as they come Easier said than done [Verse 2: Radamiz] White Lamborghini on Slauson The gangsters live and we up 1 Caffeine at Harun Coffee I'm high stakes, I'm all-in These Salomon's, not Jordan's These streets salivating, retweet relief procrastination Deep grief retaliation, never PG rated, I'm open Who fucking with us? Every city got a hood All good pussy not good for ya, if that's my pussy then prove it I see ghoul babies in Gucci and more Fred's than Daniel Kaluuya's I see black leather, I see vast burettas, check my past endeavors, I'm too lit Dinner tonight out at "Meet In Paris" and then after that a meet-and-greet in Paris Poker Face up at Caesar's Palace while I'm multiplying up the Caeser salad Downtown around Skid Row in a black tint Jeep tryna beat the traffic Freeing Palestine, free the gang inside with hopes that a song can decease the damage I'm wildin' [Chorus: Devin Tracy] I can't play Spades, I know it's a shame You criticize, then you trick me A King of Diamonds, then you miss me [Outro: Nicky Chulo] Yo it's Nicky Chulo And you're listening to Every Bad Day Has Good News