Tricks Lyrics

Why I'm still thinking god playin' tricks on me

Put me in the dark it's a mystery

Cut a few strings, call the symphony

Can't date another teacher now she is history

Old woo gone ain't no fixin me

Bonded to the music where the chemistry

Target on my back double-crossed me

Grindin for the bag bringin all heat

Get em off me, then my heartbeat

Chasin like I'm training for a track run

Me plus you and it makes one

Married to the game I ain't playing you

Speakin' through the screen on my pedestal

Hope you wanna join the team I ain't tryin make a scene if you ain't it in

Saiyin I'mma take it to the next limit

Roku flames when I'm bendin the flow

Liu Kang range when I kickin in the door

I'm a nerd though

Controlling my dreams, universal

You ain't get that didn't think so

They reading the map when I'm charting the course and I'm all in they head with the force though

Hip hop dead when I hop off the porch wanna carry torch in this marathon

Why I'm still thinking god playin' tricks on me

Put me in the dark it's a mystery

Cut a few strings call the symphony

Can't date another teacher now she is history

Old woo gone ain't no fixin me

Bonded to the music where the chemistry

Target on my back double-crossed me

Grindin for the bag bringin all heat

Eat with the pack better say grace (Grace)

Knowin' imma give it what it takes

I'm with Spongebob there ain't no breaks

Floor it like I'm drivin' in a drag race

RuPaul show out in a drag race

Sprint into a dash go at my pace

Getting money why you look up at MyPay

MyBiz startin in the right way

I ain't trynna be like tom I'm in my space

X gone give to you heard of the cosplay

Almost took to a broad up to broadway

Trynna be with Lin I'm the coach this is my play

Cruise on the beach I'mma just wave

Drop all these bombs finna quick save

Yea I'm rotten to the core what would Mel say

BK gotta have it my way

I'm thinking god be playin' tricks on me

Put me in the dark I can't see far so it's a mystery

Cut up a few strings they steady playin' call the symphony

Can't date another teacher knowin' art make up our history

Old woo dead in the bin ain't no fixin me

Bonded to the music Oppenheimer, where the chemistry

Target on my back when all my friends keep double crossin me

I gotta keep a bag in the oven bringing all heat

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