Game of the Century Songtext
von Devon Hendryx

Uh, yeah
Yeah, uh

Mm, fresh and early
Gotta get the money babygirl, excur-se me
Earn my check on a pack of loose leaf (yeah!)
A plain MacBook and a mic that suits me (word!)
Sweet Mother Mary, and Joe-G, my chain heavy
Gotta take it off ′fore some niggas get testy
Taxin' death a guarantee
But I can′t die and you will never IRS me

I remember at the age of 13
Getting to the cake and lickin' the bowl clean
Big city dreams, East Side story (word!)
Unclaimed bags and nobody to store me
Still young, looking 40
I don't need a fake ID, nigga, all the guards ignore me (check!)
The big man on campus, and never made it past the SATs


When it′s pouring rain (ha)
Look up in the sky and try to keep my sane (word!)
Weather man, what′s the forecast today?
Skinny with a chance of fame? Yeah, I like that
One ounce, sir, extra C's
I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy (yeah!)

Bad hoes trying to get next to me
But, I don′t know why they're approaching me
′Cause back when I didn't have a pot to pee (word!)
Working for a check, I had to squint to see
I could never hope for a 10 or a 9
A 7 was too fine, so I shot for the 5s
Now, none like my kind (word!)
Birthday suit with an all black tie

Shoot for the moon, don′t mind the sky
If you miss you're a star, if you land you die
Yeah (check!)
Yeah!


Uh, haha
Uh-uh-uh, one heart, one mind (one mind!)
Two claps for playing on dime
One more if you play by the rules
Another one if you love what you do
One more if you think that you're crazy
You wanna work but you′re far too lazy (yeah!)
Four more if you′re insecure (yeah!)
Good job, round of applause

The baby steps on the road to safety (yeah!)
I can't help myself, need someone to pace me
On the trip to recovery, they say I′m crazy but
I don't think I′m crazy enough!
I got a little left over for when Michael died
Was supposed to be the same in Jesus' eyes, right? (right?)

So dear Lord, I′ve sinned
I'm snorting lines again!

Sit back, kick back, the water's fine
Yo, it feels like you′re sippin′ wine and recline
(Chill out, yo, relax your mind!)
I don't know
I don′t know, yo (check!)

Dig too deep, see, I lost my mind
Because I walk around trying to show blue to blinds
I lust for the touch of a healthy dime
And I don't say much like I toked your Mom

I don′t sleep, I crawl in bed and die in the sheets
Wake up, chill, relax, and repeat
Is it my time? I feel I should leave
But I go hard regardless
I'm in a gunfight, and I come out scar-less
But you′re ridin' through my neighborhood, you come out car-less
And careless, so go and tell the truth, you're dare-less

Take your time, take your time, I could bear this
Yellow light, red light, I could care less (word!)
I speed right ′round in the night, sound fair-less
I′m going green at the stop signs
Because we all want the same thing at the same time

(We all want the same things at the same time)
(We all want the same things at the same time)
(Time, time, time)

(You're bored)
(You′re playing each piece like losing it hurts)
(But you see, you're playing a man who feels naked without his lady)
(Who′s jumping in, taking, teasing, threatening)
(And he won't think about his game anymore)
(Check!)