Play - Conscious Youths, Promoe

There she goes again

A perfect ten from beginning to end

Surrounded by men and she never pretends

She gets fit in the gym

Sporting all that gold

And he don’t even know that she’s cheating on him

Housey wife turned Sista Bling

Now she’s out with Mr. Singh

Sting so bad it is blistering

And the ex-boyfriend can kiss the ring

When he talks about love she’s dissing him

When I speak about love she’s listening

High heel boots, what a flashy thing

In a birthday suite since christening

Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends

And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play

You know what they say, every dawg has his day

Some bark, some bite but still they might get caught in the game

Left in the rain, jumpin' up and down they wanting to play

And heads keep talking and talking, but they got nothing to say

Particular people are critical, bickering

That we too mainstream

They really political, silly and pitiful

Meaning you and me

The cynical side is clinically typical

For all the humanbeings

Is he really a criminal?

Killing a lyrical?

I’m feeling the ridicule reaching a pinnacle

Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends

And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play

Well you know what they say, every dawg has his day

Some want the bone, some chase the cars, I’m leaving more than a stain

Let me get it all, won’t settle for the so-called luxuries in life

That’s such a cheesy lie, I’m callin' the bluff, doin' it for more than the fame

Give me freedom of speech, give me equal rights

Give me clean air to breathe in the peaceful night

Gimme whatever it takes to break our chains and make us see the light

Give me just a lil' bass and a bit of space to let me speak my mind

Won’t you please just let me play

Here we go again

Give me space enough for me to breathe, enough for me to be, enough for me to

play

I don’t ask for much, so just pass the dutch, coffee half a cup, I’m okay

I feel fabulous though I don’t have a buck, it’s hazardous trying to rhyme

after us

Check mate, ain’t no matching us, they lack the nuts.

And here’s where the

laughter stops

It goes «Oh, no, look at them go», Mr Singh, Lil Red, Daddy Pales, Promoe

See the logo bro?

My dogs is some stone cold flow pros, acting local,

thinking global

Get a load off and let me play.

See my bros won’t ever separate, here goes

Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends

And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play