Song Length |
3:55 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Ska |
Lyrics
Playa...
When he's makin' those moves quiet like a mouse/When he's spittin' that game (Fire) from his mouth he's a player.../When he's sitting on the couch you know he's sending them shouts/But when he's out on the town he's got it all planned out cause he's a player.../And when they jump into the whip she goes straight down south/And he ain't pulling her up till they're back at the house/And now he's back in the room/And he's digging her out/And he's making it bounce (2x) cause he's a player...
Read between the lines the story no one knows/His eyes they don't show/He always keeps control/But see beyond the lies and stare down to his soul/There's a great big hole/That he just can't show cause he's a player...
He wakes up the next morning dirty taste in his mouth/And he takes a look around/Is this what it's all about?/But he's a player.../And then he's bragging to his friends and they're all laughing aloud/But it feels like there's a cloud/overhead hanging around cause he's a player.../And now he's sitting in the clinic and he's sweating it out/And the sweat's pouring down/Pouring down on his brow/And he's there all alone/And he's thinking it out/And he's having them doubts (2x) cause he's a player...
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