[Intro: Elucid]
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
[Bridge:]
Let it all hang out
[Verse 1: Elucid]
I am I be
I trail I lead
I share we eat
This weed is gold
No like really gold
I push I pull
His hair like wool
I’m on my toes
I’m on my square
I’m scared of heights
I’m used to lows
I know I know
Don’t remind me
No short, please take the side streets
Had the same rap name since the 90’s
Nowadays I teach black kids how to sight read
If ya man shake hands like a Pisces
Nah I’m aight B
From the era of the 5X white tee
Sharing French Fries on a project bench with wifey
Nike check on the uptown
Show me love when I come round
Kinda buzzed, don’t want wanna come down
Doing what it does
I be thinkin bout what I’m thinkin bout
Tryna make a queer girl’s top 5
Tongues tied, here comes the sunrise
Revolution to be dead dropped on a thumbdrive
Zip file narrated by a Gil Scott-Heron hologram
In gentrified Harlem
Let’s hear it for the man
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
I know the games you play
But I don’t know who you are
[Bridge:]
Let it all hang out
[Verse 1: Elucid]
I am I be
I trail I lead
I share we eat
This weed is gold
No like really gold
I push I pull
His hair like wool
I’m on my toes
I’m on my square
I’m scared of heights
I’m used to lows
I know I know
Don’t remind me
No short, please take the side streets
Had the same rap name since the 90’s
Nowadays I teach black kids how to sight read
If ya man shake hands like a Pisces
Nah I’m aight B
From the era of the 5X white tee
Sharing French Fries on a project bench with wifey
Nike check on the uptown
Show me love when I come round
Kinda buzzed, don’t want wanna come down
Doing what it does
I be thinkin bout what I’m thinkin bout
Tryna make a queer girl’s top 5
Tongues tied, here comes the sunrise
Revolution to be dead dropped on a thumbdrive
Zip file narrated by a Gil Scott-Heron hologram
In gentrified Harlem
Let’s hear it for the man
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