little, I want everybody to hear this shit Chorus This is my confession, you can take time to listen or turn your back on me, but this my confession
me outta my zone [Bridge:] The way that you stare, starts a fire in me Come up to my room you sexy little thing And let's play a game, I won't be a
me at my don' [Bridge] The way that you stare, starts a fire in me Come up to my room you sexy little thing And let's play a game, I won't be a teen
Sir James Bailey, Ahmir Thompson, James Poyser, Pino Palladino How can I know We?re bout? our best When more than dreams Defer to confess At our
have seen right thriough her she's a heartbreaker She plays a game with such an innocent face I didn't know heartbreaking was her case Her actions confess
With H-Town's finest a nigga they call Z-Ro So go on and bump this shit, and to all you Niggas who I done jacked in the game Fuck y'all I got my beams
good mood. Killin' time before she struts her stuff, She needs supporting, I'll become the crutch. She'll never know how much she means to me. I play the game
be growing when I been telling them fibs Now you say your trust's getting weaker Probably coz my lies just started getting deeper And the reason for my confession
making, It's four all the times you've been faking, All rise, All rise. What you say, Games you play, What you've done. What you say, Games you play
I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin it a facelift New and improved, watch the way I make the game shift! Now watch me swing it out the ballpark I come
?m worn out but I?m beaming and it seems that we are dreamy as we head out through that strange old morning door This game is no game but it?s played
(Paul Bliss/Phil Palmer) You bought me flowers and you sold me a line You gave me compliments and too much wine I've played that game I know all the
and white (It never happened) (Mirror image) Reflection of me Do you see what they want you to see? Looking at my life through mirror image Mirror image Must I confess
and die by the semi Not part of my ways, but stays right in my N.Y. mentality for me to be the best The current, the ones who weren't pressed, to confess
me wonder why You women wanna frown at them stick figures On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggas Run up and try to hurl game for real Your
night I keep holding on You say you love me Then you leave me so lonely Baby, I don't believe a word You're sayin' I think it's all some evil game You
I guess! And after the torture you will confess......and burn! Ending in the flames, burning down her fame Prayers to the saints, their end of an evil game