Chances - Anfa Rose

Eyes wide shut to the games

You can play as long as there is day

When there’s nothing more left to say

That’s when we gon' really see who throwin' shade

Night turn to day turned grey

I’m tryna line the walls of the tate

Ain’t no telling what we down to make

Like my bro, think I’m in need of a saint

I’ve been spending all of my time in some pussy and some paint at the crib

You too busy flexing online, we not impressed, we just look at you as weird

Keep the circle tight so tight, no cracks man this shit just like a period

I don’t need to spread no lies, check the numbers then we’ll see who really get

it

Your love ain’t welcome here

Shit started feeling weird

But the tension is in the air

Can’t tell who ever really cared about me

And your love ain’t welcome here

It is what it is

Feel the tension in the air