GAMES ft. Liam Day & j.j. Lyrics

Alright so, it's got its ups and downs, but it's kind of shit to be honest,

But what isn't shit these day's

Now get out of here,

All Aboard the bloody Rowdog Express mate next off fucking Rowdog's Town

Fuck you, Rowan, you're a piece of shit

Mate I fucking love Rowdog's Town mate (Fuck all of ya, Fuck you mate Fuck)

Rowdog is a shit rapper!

LIAM IS A BETTER RAPPER THEN ROWDOG!!!

I need to hold it back

Like Chooper and he's running off

And he's off the rail's

You could see him

If your lying still

You might-You might see him

As he's flying past,

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about

But im here so im telling a story,

I started Rapping along then i thought

(Start Recording)

My head's been

abit of a mess (So?)

You better quiet it down

Rapping along to my bars

Getting around

China Town,

Guess I'm back again

Got the gas and lighter

Slap your face and then

Your a little Bitch

Want me to state again?

Im back and better then ever

I wanted you to know, But

Imma stick it back to Liam

Cause my tolerance is low

(Low)

Yea im gonna blast off

You can see me in the sky

Like a flare beaming

And you'll probably be thinking,

"Who is this guy?"

But I don't care (Nah)

I really couldn't give a fuck

My eyes are beaming

I can hear a slight sense

But you've got to listen

(Shhhhh)

Before I come back

On New Year's

And I supprise you like a new tradition

And I couldn't give a fuck (Nah)

You better watch over your shoulders

Cause I'm coming right back

Tumble down the hill

Just like a bolder

Right here

I'm touching down

To be specific

You and me

You've been talking shit,

Grounded and pound

Put your bitch ass to sleep

I hope i never see you around

And on that note

Pause for a sec

While i switch around,

(While i switch around)

(Chooper Reid Talking)

Where putting Tassie on the map, (Yea!)

Running back, It's like Monopoly

It's like sativa rapping attack,

I ain't like every other rapper

Talk about it

The stacks

Because the sacks that I'm stacking

Are full of bottles of Jack

The rap practice

What's holding me together

Rapping THC

The dopest

Because who done it better

(Who did it?)

Greeltalk around here

In the shittiest weather

And asking watching Dunn D,

Buying crocs and looking fresher

(You where sleeping at Greeley's Dickhead!)

What the fuck is with the violence

What the fuck is with the pressure

What the fuck is with the lying

What the fuck is with the pleasure

Home alone

Macaulay Culkin

Wait for somebody to get us

Criminals and suspects

Wait for someone to suspect us

Don't forget us

Don't surrender

Choosing beats and making treasures

Losing bridges,

Teaaching lessons,

I'm a shooter

Making efforts

I'm suspended

All these questions

I'm the only one who's guessing

Where I fit in

Like a trammel step inside

I got the presents

18,

19,

I don't play GAMES!

I don't play GAMES!

Nah, i don't play

I don't play GAMES!

I don't play GAMES!,

Fuck you, we don't play any of these fucking games,

Nah mate fuck all of ya

I'm fuckin better then you alllll,