Enigma Lyrics

No this is not a bluff

Too late to make me change

Unless I decide to change my ways

If I don't I'll take it to the grave

If I do I'll be the one to blame

I should practice rearranging mane

Leaving nothing left to taint, taint, taint, taint

I'm in double trouble griping on a handle that'll break down

Holding on too long, what you tellin me

I been fooling round cause I know soon

I'll be turning round, I'll be turning round, I'll be turning round

Prolly actin up just because

Is that how you show your love?

Only you knew what it was, never made time to discuss

To evolve in life that is a must

May need somebody to help lift you up

That'll be there for you right off the jump

Cause we're not all picture perfect you should know

Who to trust, who you played

On the surface there's a name

Don't cover up what you became

No this is not a game

Never took the time to analyze your wrongs

I feel your prone to mischief which ain't just

And that's prolly hurting their guts, guts, guts

No this is not a bluff

Too late to make me change

Unless I decide to change my ways

If I don't I'll take it to the grave

If I do I'll be the one to blame

I should practice rearranging mane

Leaving nothing left to taint, taint, taint, taint

I'm in double trouble griping on a handle that'll break down

Holding on too long, what you tellin me

I been fooling round cause I know soon

I'll be turning round, I'll be turning round, I'll be turning round

Who knew the factors that decided this Match up?

Who knew the enigma would be on the ladder?

Who knew? Man I'm asking somebody who knew?.

Was too early? And was it surprising? Or maybe too soon?

Is it your faith in me? Not what you make of me

When I be falling, down to my doom?

I peep your loyalty cause people change up

And switch like the seasons, that isn't coo

Just maintain connection and stay in tuned with me

When everything's loose, don't get it confused

Cause I gotta choose when the holy water hits my face in the morning

Nowhere near noon

I gotta choose

I gotta change

Figure out soon

It's not a game

Chuck up the duce

Make It old news

No this is not a bluff

Too late to make me change

Unless I decide to change my ways

If I don't I'll take it to the grave

If I do I'll be the one to blame

I should practice rearranging mane

Leaving nothing left to taint, taint, taint, taint

I'm in double trouble griping on a handle that'll break down

Holding on too long, what you tellin me

I been fooling round cause I know soon

I'll be turning round, I'll be turning round, I'll be turning round