Playing Dumb

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Sunshine Christo - Rap

Playing Dumb

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[Verse] Yeah, flew out to Miami, popped out at a show They rooted for me before but not no more Playing dumb, acting like she ain't know When it's time to ride, I'ma really go It's spring, baby, melt away with the snow Waiting for my turn like I'm on death row I'm not free, I don't have a choice to vote Don't force my hand, fists will be thrown Call ourselves kings with empty thrones In the graveyard buried with the bones Skeletons of the past creep through the door Battle never was fair, but this is war Of course it wouldn't be easy, I expected as such Do you gamble or are you just a bluff? Why you want a cut when you ain't work enough? Sitting on the couch, need to get in touch Need to get up, you are not doing much When you tell them that, they be like what? They use their gifts in the wrong ways, misuse You say it ain't an addiction, but I see the abuse I said it, boy, you got some issues You telling stories with a box of tissues All that crying you doing is not a solution Puffing smoke in the air, air pollution [Chorus] They say I'm cold, calling me ruthless If she don't give head, then she is useless If she don't give head, then she is useless They say I'm cold, they're calling me ruthless [Bridge] Oh, you, you can follow me any day [Verse] Yeah, flew out to Miami, popped out at a show They rooted for me before but not no more Playing dumb, acting like she ain't know When it's time to ride, I'ma really go It's spring, baby, melt away with the snow Waiting for my turn like I'm on death row I'm not free, I don't have a choice to vote Don't force my hand, fists will be thrown Call ourselves kings with empty thrones In the graveyard buried with the bones Skeletons of the past creep through the door Battle never was fair, but this is war Of course it wouldn't be easy, I expected as such Do you gamble or are you just a bluff? Why you want a cut when you ain't work enough? Sitting on the couch, need to get in touch Need to get up, you are not doing much When you tell them that, they be like what? They use their gifts in the wrong ways, misuse You say it ain't an addiction, but I see the abuse I said it, boy, you got some issues You telling stories with a box of tissues All that crying you doing is not a solution Puffing smoke in the air, air pollution [Chorus] They say I'm cold, calling me ruthless If she don't give head, then she is useless If she don't give head, then she is useless They say I'm cold, they're calling me ruthless

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  • Sunshine Christo