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Lyrify.me

Playin Wit Fire by BBAE Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Verse One]

Slidin' down the 80 gotta try to clear my mind / I been working with my feelings and I'm wasting all my time

Disrespect you I could never but can't it out my mind / I been thinking I'm the problem but I see that you was mine

Rapping like I'm heartless but the truth I'm feeling hurt / finesse these other niggas but from you I took a shirt

Wore it like I won it gotta swear you were the first / learn a couple lessons never thought you were the worst

Told you that I'm tripping cause I thought that it would matter / we argue, work it out, and in the morning it was better

Ain't the same I'm feeling different, slapping Tink I really feel her / you fumble if you lose me yeah she coo but she ain't realer

Protect you from the world, No I saved you from myself / watching while you sleep like if I kill you who would help

You hurt me in a way I never thought that I would felt / I always put you first but you was always for yourself

[Hook]

God show me a sign
Make it clear I'm tryna find a way home / I been contemplating murder tryna send you a soul

Wasting my time

Gave em love, I even built him a home / Ain't no brick between the walls but my heart was a home

Playin' Wit Fire

Call em twice he won't pick up the phone/ I won't trust em with my life but I can't leave em' alone

I'm outta my mind

Kill a dog, I'm tryna throw em a bone / yeah I'm vick with a charge but I'm tom with a throw

[Verse Two]

Ain't did it in a minute. but I'm praying like a saint / Lord if you hear me there's so much that I can take

You gave me all these battles but I'm lacking on my strength / I thought that he was different but this nigga is a snake

I'm done feeling dumb cus' I let the nigga in / when I met em' I ain't like em, should've chose up on his friend

Introduce him to my people should've waited, cus' now its dim /ain't sure about our future man it's feeling like the end

I keep thinking I'm the problem not the type to fall in love / every time I find a nigga man I'm back to going nuts
Ain't the type to cook a meal Ima diamond in the rough / I'm still fighting all my demons tryna keep the heater tucked

Call Stella on the phone I gotta tell her that I need her / I drank the whole bottle now I'm ready for a liter

I'm slurring all my words just to tell you, you a cheater / If I catch you with a hoe bitch I'm liable to beat her


[Hook]

God show me a sign

Make it clear I'm tryna find a way home / I been contemplating murder tryna send you a soul

Wasting my time

Gave em love, I even built him a home / Ain't no brick between the walls but my heart was a home

Playin' Wit Fire

Call em twice he won't pick up the phone/ I won't trust em with my life but I can't leave em' alone

I'm outta my mind

Kill a dog, I'm tryna throw em a bone / yeah I'm vick with a charge but I'm tom with a throw