Bad Game - Didine Kalach

Sometimes denial feels like a hole in the sky Cutting me down in my prime You took my time, keep running your mouth on my dime Crying 'cause you lost your free ride It's not you It's on me I let myself believe Still you Can't see I see through all your schemes Every time I push you away You come back Back to me to place the blame This crying game Maybe you'll see, not just me that you mislead Focused on the things that you'll never be, no no no And time takes time, we're all on the clock for your crimes The price is something that you could never pay It's not you It's on me I let myself believe Still you Can't see I see through all your schemes Every time I push you away You come back Back to me to place the blame This crying game It's not you It's on me I worked hard for these dreams Every time I push you away You play this crying game Every time I push you away You come back Back to me to place the blame This crying game It's not you It's on me I worked hard for these dreams Every time I push you away You play this crying game Sick of pretending that you're fine No no no That gun in your mouth just isn't mine No no no Sick of pretending that you're fine No no no That gun in your mouth just isn't mine

Am I just cursed or gone insane? The shadows whispering his name It's no wonder he's the first He will make your life worse He loves your pain He goes dashing for the wall Never let go of the ball This is your fate 'Cause we risk it all just to win this fight But victory lies in the hands Of the creature of the night From the depths, he came Life won't ever be the same You'll hear his name And you'll know it's Mortis Game He'll destroy your fame He's the first to call you lame You'll hear his name And you'll know it's Mortis Game (It's Mortis Game) He hides in a bush, got it all figured out His plan is to die, trying to take down Sprout He's the one who starts the scheme He's forever on your team Feeds on your hate Once you think you're on a roll Mortis summons all the trolls This is your fate 'Cause we risk it all just to win this fight But victory lies in the hands Of the creature of the night From the depths, he came Life won't ever be the same You'll hear his name And you'll know it's Mortis Game So profane And there's no stopping this train You'll hear his name And you'll know it's Mortis Game 'Cause we risk it all just to win this fight But he'll keep pushing your team behind Yeah you see your life slip away like sand 'Cause victory lies in his hands From the depths, he came Life won't ever be the same You'll hear his name And you'll know it's Mortis Game 'Cause he'll die in vain 'Can't break free from all these chains You'll hear his name And you'll know it's Mortis Game You're stuck in the Mortis Game You're stuck in the Mortis Game

Good Girls Gone Bad" (Feat. Drake) Since BIG ain't here, I'mma do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave for Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it down, gettin' beat on by their man Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10 We don't beat on Kat Stacks we just bring it to an end And we don't wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim There's missin' women out there, let's just focus on them This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway I feel for her Daddy, so I wrote this on Fathers Day I know she gone, but she ain't far away I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar 'Ye I'm about to tell a story, everybody parlay Sit back, listen while I kick it, the Compton Boulevard way My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day So I took my chronic out and slept in the hallway I learned this the hard way When police came our way, my daddy had his act on Like it never happened: (Broadway) Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you Now my mama good, nigga, she ain't gotta deal wit' ya You want some money? Nigga I ain't get a deal wit' ya You ain't sayin' nothin', you like a still picture You better thank God you still breathing air cause You coulda went out, like ya boy Steve McNair Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no (I, wont) If you don't, you gon' really love us (I said I wont) Please don't use us, dooon't Good evening, I'm in Chicago at the Elysian With some girls that say they models, but hmm... I don't believe 'em Who's still gettin' tested? Wheres all the women at, could still remember who they slept with? Where's all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list? But when you do go out, you still working with what you was blessed with Do it girl, I'll be your King, be a Queen Latifah I love ya ass like Milhouse love Lisa I love ya ass like the ninja turtles love pizza Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of You got it girl, this song remind me of Kat from Philly A girl I used to love but still she started acting silly Her hearts a lil' chilly, she a little too carefree In 10 years, who's paying for all that therapy Umm, nigga not me! Yeah, I'm probably not the man you take me for But I bet I could be if you make me yours Most of the shit I say is true When I'm done with bad bitches I'm coming straight to you Good girl Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't, you gon' really love us Please don't use us, dooon't Drizzy, I'm sittin here watchin' Basketball Wives Like ugh, them is basketball wives? Only cute one, Gloria, that's my nigga Matt Barnes chick Can't swim in that poon fool, that's a crucial conflict Never sleep with the wife of niggas you eat with And never buy a chick a bag on the first day Or pop a bottle with her on her birthday And tell her ass, get on That type of shit'll get you spit on I don't hit on girls, I just hit on girls Like "hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy world" "Get busy girl, drink that Rose til you dizzy girl" She walking round the club all lost like "where is he, girl?" He on the top of the charts next to Beyonce Right under Kanye, so let the Dom spray That's your girl, nigga go on make her cry Soon as you do, I'm pulling up in that Porsche, like "Lets ride" Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't, you gon' really love us Please don't use us, dooon't Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man And that's my nigga Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy Surrounded by them diamonds, Imma cold mackin Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went Just tell me where them dimes went So I can get em fitted, let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my niggas Yeah I'm married to the game And she married to my chain, watching Boys In The Hood

That's yo hoe? I fucked yo bitch hold up Yo face look mad as shit She sucked my dick and you kissed her Boy I nuted all on her lips Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga You fuckin with a THOT nigga that's on mamas Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga You fuckin with a THOT nigga that's on mamas You fuckin wit a THOT nigga I'm a real nigga bitch you fuckin' wit a Pac nigga Graduated from the pills and them rocks nigga Money, power, respect, come through like The Lox nigga Fuck a bottle, buy the box nigga Buy the Audemar, we don't Google, we buy the stock nigga Same old boppers, leader of the new school Sprayin on them lockers, no rain gon stop us Get the swing on yappers Flush on the bottom, gold fangs on the top ones, you came with the choppa And I'm known for cutting these hoes like I'm the bachelor They stuck in the hood, I'm the spatula Told these bitches expose these bitches for who they are You a THOT, yea I really know these bitches Think it's all I owed these bitches for being themselves She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanelle That's on mamas I got riggidi riggidi racks and them diggiti damn The piggiti piggiti paint the face of a riggidi clown Black out, back out, like a flimsy blast Fuck a track out, like racin outside, pussies chalked outline Niggas can't be outshined, outrhymed or outdimed I'm like Magic in his prime without hives It's stuntin season It's fuck niggas like gays but for the other reason Me and Luccy getting cutting in them regions Period, a bitch bleed then I fuckin bleed er What? You fuckin with a THOT nigga My Compton niggas come with K like that nigga Real when I talk, you can tell bout my tone Fewest of grim likes, a bitch swear that she on Via post from condos riding in Lambos Stunting pronto, knowin that shit Rondo's bitch She kinda thick, what's yo measure? Say her name bone collector, that's on secty 3-5-4, I'mma rep ride it real She like the way I dress but them 5-0-1's on the chill On her first two visits, nasty when I fuck I told her keep me out the clinic, and mamas I'm bout that business Blowin money fast but I'm stayin out them fences Super pervert, I'm G Lavert to these bitches Feelin like that nigga Back when I was skinny, before I'm fillin out them pictures and fuckin wit yo sister Mr grab diamond wear sheriff hoes And if my bitch done have a kid I have a lair for hoes Hella sick with this pimpin My moms told me how to tell a chick from a chicken Don't be fuckin with a Christian Diamond lane bangin, they hear it and get to trippin I'm the king of the THOTs, nigga listen