More songs by VIC MENSA
Description
Producer, Composer Lyricist: Stefan Ponce
Producer: Smoko Ono
Synth Bass, Associated Performer, Producer, Additional Producer, Additional Vocals: Johan Lenox
Composer Lyricist, Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Victor Mensah
Mixer, Studio Personnel: David Kim
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Composer Lyricist: Snoh Aalegra
Composer Lyricist: Darian Garcia
Composer Lyricist: Stephen Feigenbaum
Composer Lyricist: Malik Yusef
Composer Lyricist: Mekke’l Carter
Composer Lyricist: Terry Parker
Composer Lyricist: Alexandra Bizios
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm tired of playing this game. Remember all the love, can't forget the pain.
I know it ain't the same, I know seasons change.
I wanna make you sweat, make you say my name. I'm tired of playing this game.
Remember all the love, can't forget the pain. I know it ain't the same, I know seasons change.
I wanna make you sweat, make you say my name. How can I be your everything?
Does it make me insane if we do the same thing and the outcome doesn't change? Was I just a phase?
Was it all a game?
This indecision is killing me.
Just be for real with me if you is or if you ain't feeling me. We only end up inside your comfort of a comfortability.
Too scared to face the uncomfortable.
Then you cast me as a villain and treat me like an untouchable. Hate to fuss with you, rather be making love to you.
Got my heart on my sleeve, wanna be cuffing you, but the past is just too much for you.
You asked me if I would marry you. I said yes in a heartbeat.
Then you rolled over and gave me the cold shoulder in your apartment.
When just the night before you FaceTimed me at 4:30 AM, drunk from the club, looking for someone to love.
Lot of ballers in the city for All-Star, but it just ain't them.
You know I'd slide if you say when. You let me in, then resent me like a roommate that don't pay rent.
Maybe we should be friends. Shit,
I made a mess. How can I make amends? Wish I could change your mind.
You such a dime, shit don't make sense. I just wanna spend time.
Feel like I'm wasting yours and mine. Should I stop? Give me a sign.
I'm tired of playing this game. Remember all the love, can't forget the pain.
I know it ain't the same, I know seasons change.
I wanna make you sweat, make you say my name. How can I be your everything?
Does it make me insane if we do the same thing and the outcome doesn't change? Was I just a phase?
Was it all a game?
All things considered, can't even be bitter.
She was the sweetest bitch at one time, man, I had to pick it a little.
But I was a dog, my biggest fears was being domesticated.
Chasing hoes like cars and parking tickets to be validated. Online, they was outraged I'm with a white girl.
Now we separated like we segregated, but we still have sex on occasion.
You neglect me and I get impatient.
Got me feeling like David Ruffin, fighting back all these temptations. Take you out and you ain't saying nothing.
Awkward silence in our conversations. I fucking hate it. Yeah.
A day late and a buck short.
You tell me come over. If you just gon' play games, what the fuck for?
All I ask is transparency.
Ironic 'cause I clearly never gave you transparency.
Shit, I gave a lot away to charity.
I was too busy saving the world, speaking out for women in the rap game. Whole time
I was playing my girl.
Now the shoe is on the other foot and I can't stand how it feels. The ball's in your court. Now it's game time.
Is it over for real?
I'm sad that it's over, but I'm still looking at you. It's over.
My heart is broken.
What good's a pure heart if what it feels is wrong?
Ooh, oh, whoa, hey, yes
English translation
I'm tired of playing this game. Remember all the love, can't forget the pain.
I know it ain't the same, I know seasons change.
I wanna make you sweat, make you say my name. I'm tired of playing this game.
Remember all the love, can't forget the pain. I know it ain't the same, I know seasons change.
I wanna make you sweat, make you say my name. How can I be your everything?
Does it make me insane if we do the same thing and the outcome doesn't change? Was I just a phase?
Was it all a game?
This indecision is killing me.
Just be for real with me if you is or if you ain't feeling me. We only end up inside your comfort of a comfortability.
Too scared to face the uncomfortable.
Then you cast me as a villain and treat me like an untouchable. Hate to fuss with you, rather be making love to you.
Got my heart on my sleeve, wanna be cuffing you, but the past is just too much for you.
You asked me if I would marry you. I said yes in a heartbeat.
Then you rolled over and gave me the cold shoulder in your apartment.
When just the night before you FaceTimed me at 4:30 AM, drunk from the club, looking for someone to love.
Lot of ballers in the city for All-Star, but it just ain't them.
You know I'd slide if you say when. You let me in, then resent me like a roommate that don't pay rent.
Maybe we should be friends. Shit,
I made a mess. How can I make amends? Wish I could change your mind.
You such a dime, shit don't make sense. I just wanna spend time.
Feel like I'm wasting yours and mine. Should I stop? Give me a sign.
I'm tired of playing this game. Remember all the love, can't forget the pain.
I know it ain't the same, I know seasons change.
I wanna make you sweat, make you say my name. How can I be your everything?
Does it make me insane if we do the same thing and the outcome doesn't change? Was I just a phase?
Was it all a game?
All things considered, can't even be bitter.
She was the sweetest bitch at one time, man, I had to pick it a little.
But I was a dog, my biggest fears was being domesticated.
Chasing hoes like cars and parking tickets to be validated. Online, they was outraged I'm with a white girl.
Now we separated like we segregated, but we still have sex on occasion.
You neglect me and I get impatient.
Got me feeling like David Ruffin, fighting back all these temptations. Take you out and you ain't saying nothing.
Awkward silence in our conversations. I fucking hate it. Yeah.
A day late and a buck short.
You tell me come over. If you just gon' play games, what the fuck for?
All I ask is transparency.
Ironic 'cause I clearly never gave you transparency.
Shit, I gave a lot away to charity.
I was too busy saving the world, speaking out for women in the rap game. Whole time
I was playing my girl.
Now the shoe is on the other foot and I can't stand how it feels. The ball's in your court. Now it's game time.
Is it over for real?
I'm sad that it's over, but I'm still looking at you. It's over.
My heart is broken.
What good's a pure heart if what it feels is wrong?
Ooh, oh, whoa, hey, yes