My name’s not important right now
For now just call me GAME
I made my own game
Milton Bradley & Parker Brothers had nothing to do with this
Even though I took some ideas
Kind of like monopoly, going around trying to get up property
In my case the property was men
Like the game sorry
They were sorry, I was sorry, we were sorry
Just SORRY
Getting into a little trouble every now and then, I always had a get out of jail free card you feel me
They were waiting, calling and needing
Craniums were bursting
Instead of playing the game of life, I was playing the game of lust
Guess who, I didn’t even know
Trying to be this type of woman for one and another type for the next
I just wasn’t myself
Felt like I was playing pictionary all the time, having some man drawing out trying to help me see what a real man is suppose to be
When I know all they want to do is sink my battle ship
Please
I was hungry, hungry
Ass looking like a hippo that didn’t stop them (more cushion for the pushing)
Always tried stopping but always had to keep it going
The game was the same had to add, subtract here and there
I played so much but also got played
It’s not fun it’s just a way, a way I choose to get back at the GAME