Sly Spitta - Love Games
Every player needs that support base
Through them wins and losses
Stay focused, Stay the course, You know?
What's a trophy without your trophy?
For you I always play to win
I never felt a love like this
Or Better yet loved like this
Getting hurt came with the risk
We all hope that one could notice
Fight thru the lowest, Choose Us and
Never lose focus
Love is a game every days the playoffs
Happiness filled with chaos
Take no days off, miles away, sense when a days off
Togetherness and all these trade offs
I traded nights out for nights in, with you
In and outta time zones, West coast to Peru
Roll while I talk stocks, She's prepping the food
Raise the bar set the bar, while setting the mood Uh
I got game and she so offensive
Convos had, change perspectives
Build up trust, it's so receptive
Not attached, It's more connected
Swim good, you're so reflective
If loves a game let's play sometime
I'll Guard your heart if you got mine
Run It up on the field, with you
With you I Can't help but feel something, versatile
Could hit the church or go clubbing
All this Magic making something outta nothing
Let's run It up and break bread with no frontin, oh you cuffin
Full support on my worst days real shit It go both ways
Is this love cus lust fades, Ride or die, Can't do trades
Power trippin with no shoe lace
There's no gender roles, we both cook clean hustle, You
Block blessings living that bubble, Ya
Heart can't fumble, single, now I'm thinking double, forever
That's a power couple, Nah this ain't Ghost and Tasha, Build
Split them dollars, 7 figures that's 3 Commas
Skip the drama, Sip, Pass Marijuana
Sharp thorns come with them flowers, Don't be a coward
When reaching, don't forget the simple things
Material wealth could never bring
Build don't complain, What's understood ain't gotta be explained
No speed limit in ya own lane
If loves a game let's play sometime
I'll Guard your heart if you got mine
Run It up on the field, with you
With You Can't help but feel something, versatile, could hit the church or go clubbing
All this Magic making something outta nothing
Let's run It up and break bread with no frontin, oh you cuffin
Written by:
Joseph Griffith
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