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playin wit fire - bbae lyrics

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[verse one]

slidin’ down the 80 gotta try to clear my mind / i been working with my feelings and i’m wasting all my time

disrespect you i could never but can’t it out my mind / i been thinking i’m the problem but i see that you was mine

rapping like i’m heartless but the truth i’m feeling hurt / finesse these other n*ggas but from you i took a shirt

wore it like i won it gotta swear you were the first / learn a couple lessons never thought you were the worst

told you that i’m tripping cause i thought that it would matter / we argue, work it out, and in the morning it was better

ain’t the same i’m feeling different, slapping tink i really feel her / you fumble if you lose me yeah she coo but she ain’t realer

protect you from the world, no i saved you from myself / watching while you sleep like if i k!ll you who would help

you hurt me in a way i never thought that i would felt / i always put you first but you was always for yourself

[hook]

god show me a sign

make it clear i’m tryna find a way home / i been contemplating murder tryna send you a soul

wasting my time

gave em love, i even built him a home / ain’t no brick between the walls but my heart was a home

playin’ wit fire

call em twice he won’t pick up the phone/ i won’t trust em with my life but i can’t leave em’ alone

i’m outta my mind

k!ll a dog, i’m tryna throw em a bone / yeah i’m vick with a charge but i’m tom with a throw

[verse two]

ain’t did it in a minute. but i’m praying like a saint / lord if you hear me there’s so much that i can take

you gave me all these battles but i’m lacking on my strength / i thought that he was different but this n*gga is a snake

i’m done feeling dumb cus’ i let the n*gga in / when i met em’ i ain’t like em, should’ve chose up on his friend

introduce him to my people should’ve waited, cus’ now its dim /ain’t sure about our future man it’s feeling like the end

i keep thinking i’m the problem not the type to fall in love / every time i find a n*gga man i’m back to going nuts

ain’t the type to cook a meal ima diamond in the rough / i’m still fighting all my demons tryna keep the heater tucked

call stella on the phone i gotta tell her that i need her / i drank the whole bottle now i’m ready for a liter

i’m slurring all my words just to tell you, you a cheater / if i catch you with a hoe b*tch i’m liable to beat her

[hook]

god show me a sign

make it clear i’m tryna find a way home / i been contemplating murder tryna send you a soul

wasting my time

gave em love, i even built him a home / ain’t no brick between the walls but my heart was a home

playin’ wit fire

call em twice he won’t pick up the phone/ i won’t trust em with my life but i can’t leave em’ alone

i’m outta my mind

k!ll a dog, i’m tryna throw em a bone / yeah i’m vick with a charge but i’m tom with a throw

- bbae lyrics

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