Lyrics

Numbers game
It's a numbers game baby
It's a numbers game baby
It's a numbers game baby
It's a numbers game baby
Confidentiality
Yeah you know exactly
10 bands in my robin jeans
I won't hesitate to squeeze
Why they take me for a sucker driving in a lemon squeeze
I was really on some numbers blew it quicker than a fuse
Silly rabbit, Trix for kids, you gon pay for what you did
I had really lost my head when they pronounced my boy dead
Animosity and me won't bring em back if I go shred
And she hate to see me leave told her baby don't be scared
In the morning I'll be back, with a box, of that bread
Yeah I know they love that, bring it back, you a fan
Yeah I know they love that, bring it back, you a fan
Yeah I know they love that, bring it back, you a fan
**** can't stand facts, I'm the motherfucking man
Pull up in a minivan maxed, with that fucking jam
Yeah it shake, same vibes Good Kid, M.A.A.D City
Show my life, MJ Blige, just to go back I'll spin it
Wanna see my **** once
Wanna see my **** living
Ask how much I gotta give
Just to spend a minute with em
I remember ain't have problems scraping bowls in the kitchen
**** in and out the house shoe boxes to the ceiling
Twenty bands in the couch
I was sometimes in my feelings
But I never ran my mouth
Cause it ain't my fuckin business
Cause it ain't my fuckin business
But I never ran my mouth
Cause it ain't my fuckin business
Cause it ain't my fuckin business
And I never ran my mouth
Cause it ain't my fuckin business
**** I'm straight from the South
**** you can not get with it
Had to come up out that drought
Had to fuckin lay the secret
Sure they see what you about
I don't think that I could keep it
Serve a brick all for that moon
Had a party, Circuit City
Rest in peace to MF DOOM
How the fuck we lost a villain
Live my life I'm off the shroom
Just to get a better feeling
Confidentiality
Yeah you know exactly
10 bands in my robin jeans
I won't hesitate to squeeze
Why they take me for a sucker driving in a lemon squeeze
I was really on some numbers blew it quicker than a fuse
Silly rabbit, Trix for kids, you gon pay for what you did
I had really lost my head when they pronounced my boy dead
Animosity and me won't bring em back if I go shred
And she hate to see me leave told her baby don't be scared
In the morning I'll be- with a box of that bread
Yeah I know you love that- you a fan
Yeah I know you love that, bring it back, you a fan
Yeah I know you love that, bring it back, you a fan
**** can't stand facts, I'm the motherfucking man
Pull up in a minivan maxed- fucking jam
Written by: Willie Wilson
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