歌手:Wax Tailor
专辑:《Live 2010 A L\'Olympia》

作曲 : LeSaoût, Tailor, Touré, Voice
When I was a kid
We used to play a game
I think you know the rules of our game
I have no time to play games

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway

Sit, hear the clock tick
Watch the leaves on the plant flick
From the fan above, the room and I lit
Head trip, deliberate
Cease fighting the feeling and submit, flow with it
Like the path pre exists in hidden codes Masonic
They peep us like a web cam from the pyramid's attic
Passed from hand to hand, let's say coincidence
Or better yet, sixth sense
My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense
My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense

Brush it off and commence
Blame it on myself tripping
'Til the **** hits the fan
'Cause I steered from the plan
About face, and Billy Jean step into place
Throw my coat on the hook
Recap the time that I wasted
I know that spitting's a bad habit
But I can't help the taste
Still searching for the clues as it becomes a cold case
Procrastinator
'Til I think to remove the sheet from your face
Reveal the naysayer

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway

How could you do this to me
Me, me, me, me
Don't you ever get tired of thinking about your ****, greedy small self

Now you ain't saying nada
Sweating, getting hotta
Change your tune, why botha
I'm bought to rip you up
Such a control freak
You mouth the word's I speak
You question me, but you ain't even listening
You're world is make believe
But I keep pretending that i'm flexible
So you think your will's got me bending
Putting all your energy into negativity
You holding over me while you steady scheming

But I'm making moves
While you're sleeping and dreaming
Of being larger than life
You own hype you believing
Well now, you've been faking the funk since the beginning
Too many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the ending
Besides, you question what kind of message that be sending
That you's a chump, punk butt, so what
I care not of the role you choose to play
By the way
I'm sure of a beginning and an end
But everything in between is all grey
All grey, all grey, all grey

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in
But I let you play them anyway

I don't understand this game