Lyrics
This ain't a game, this ain't a game, but you picking sides on me
I put it all on the line, tell you I'd die for it
Tryna' be like back before
Sipping on white Merlot
Nights like this can't feel that low, no no
This ain't a game, this ain't a game, but you picking sides on it
I put it all on the line, tell you I'd die for it
Tryna' be like back before
Sipping on white Merlot
Nights like this can't feel that low, no no
Sincerely yours and P.S
I cannot make time for the BS
People depend on the boy so the blunt that I'm smoking get filled with the regress
Depression was heavy till all of them cuts on the wrist started turning to VS
And I got to work with applying the pressure
Get back on the road I'm abusing the pedal
I know I'm the GOAT I ain't lying a little
I noticed it working when I had to let go
This ain't a game, this ain't a game, but you picking sides on me
I put it all on the line, tell you I'd die for it
Tryna' be like back before
Sipping on white Merlot
Nights like this can't feel that low, no no
This ain't a game, this ain't a game, but you picking sides on it
I put it all on the line, tell you I'd die for it
Tryna' be like back before
Sipping on white Merlot
Nights like this can't feel that low, no no
Written by: Zachary Gray Dunstan
