Stop Playin' W Me - Songer

I heard your tape was that a project, or a Gucci advert

Sounds like you need designer for your self esteem

Money buys pride but it sells a dream

Your souls tainted then its dirty but the shelves are clean

Making quick visits to the cemetery

Struggle with the chemistry

There’s chemical imbalance, say that unapologetically

If my talent fails then this as big as I will ever be

At least I wrote No More Candles when I was seventeen

I blink another days over

I barely moved I’m like my Dr Dre poster but these days its Daytoner

If you know you know the games we play we take over

More range than a fucking Range Rover

Maria Sharapova cause I’m talented but I fail every drug test

Saturday’s be looking like a fuck fest

So I’m spitting lyrics to my missus as she’s getting undressed

Guess we both got things we need to get off our chest

My people getting COVID and that’s so annoying

That shit make her kiss me thru the phone I feel like Soulja Boy

Pictures with my guy, but I lost the fucking polaroid

These rappers say the same shit you judge em by their tone of voice

Deep that

That ain’t wordplay that’s a synonym

I did that in year 8, I weren’t fucking listening

Struggling to process all these other rappers twittering

Think my thoughts personal, and I think that’s what the difference is

Seven days a week I’m thinking 24s

Following the snow its like we’re seven dwarves

Screaming for success but now there’s plenty more

I’ll explain the rest when I’m at heavens door

All the shit he never saw

Hearts keep bleeding I need menopause

If we could have a handshake

You would feel my hand shake

I need sweet bud, sugar, lemon that’s a pancake

Lying if I told you that I’m focused on my bad days

But bite me till you blow cause I’m a hand grenade

And fuck you if you doubted me

Why should I look up to people knowing they look down on me

When bar for bar they wouldn’t last a round with me

Big up all the people that surrounded me, look out for me and never let the

noise start drowning me

This is wind in your face music

This ain’t Songer this is James music

Why am I awake music

Fly me up to space music

Sipping spirits but I don’t like the taste music

Ask me why I make music

Bro even my names music

Songer means to think in French, the fucking irony

It’s weird how everything makes sense, it’s all aligned for me

I’m honest and I love my friends, I know they’d ride for me

I doubt they’ll ever cop me a watch, but they got time for me

Anxiety is not the type to level up careers

Meghan Markle I ain’t levelling with peers

We’re different ball parks

They love an underdog but only till the dog barks

They don’t understand me till the song starts

And truth say I’m way too familiar in my own company

So my familia and me just start our own company

Every day I’m saddened by my own country

So sitting down and watching football’s where my souls comfy

Sounds pathetic, facts are facts, and you can all judge me

Cause all you judge is Louis Walsh who gives a fuck regardless

I was privileged as a kid my mind is fucked regardless

They’re holding blades up to my throat, don’t wanna trust the barbers

That’s just paranoia speaking

Avoid the demon, all my boys are dreamin

Sky high visions, barbeque gardens

Ask the questions, but they never answer true answers

I just maximise potential off a few chances

Tell me how I’m gassed to go on stage

But I’m shook to answer phone calls

Words get delayed this ain’t pro tools

shit what happened

It’s like I can’t control my whole hopefuls

But still I round money, that’s dough balls

Good hearts, I got one

Hypocrites, I’m top one

I’m telling you that ain’t shit sweet

But sugar and my god son

Hypocrites, I’m top one

Good hearts, I got one

Ain’t shit sweet but

Sugar and my god son

I’m tryna move the goalposts, switching up a no no

But telling me I’ve changed, I fucking hope so

Man are next to die like Sissoko

Wrong league like Sanogo

In my bank I want the Maccy D’s logo

Stop playin' with me