Cards On The Table - Sebastian Mikael

Always talkin' 'bout leavin', but you won’t

Same story, heard that, smash that fake ass nigga

Fuck white a while, no name, no time

Fuck games, I put my cards on the table, I’m drunk, I’m drunk

You ain’t really slick like you think, no

I can see right through those white lies

Girl, open up your heart for the right kind

And maybe you will find it

(She's so) trapped into this life

In my heavenly, you’ll find another guy

In the same side where you found me

I might look like your time

I’m too advanced for you, don’t make plans for us

It’s what you signed up for

You ain’t built for this side though

Oh, you got real but it don’t fit

The ideal that don’t exist

You see me round but you ain’t worshipped

And you need validation from me, yeah yeah

Don’t you worry, yeah

Girl you know it’s right

Oh, you got real but it don’t fit

The ideal that don’t exist

I’d never fit your ideal doesn’t exist

Always talkin' 'bout leavin' but you won’t

Same story, heard that, smash that fake ass nigga

Fuck white a while, no name, no time

Fuck games, I put my cards on the table, I’m drunk, I’m drunk now