Playing Games - Silky

You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah

That’s why I been losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah

Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby

Never wanna part, you my one and only

Yeah I’m gon' try make you mine, mine, mine

You make me feel like

Cover it up, you like to play your own game

Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’re thinkin'

I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels

I bet you’ll never even try to be real (yeah, yeah, oh)

You make me feel that-

Cover it up, you like to play your own gam

Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’r thinkin'

You make me feel that-

I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels

I bet you’ll never even try to be real (yeah, yeah, oh)

You make me feel that-

She, she, she wanna chill and watch Netflix

I wanna mix Benzo and press bricks

I wanna book flights for my next trip

Move, moved on, now I’ve forgotten who my ex is

She had it for a while but she lost that

Moved on and she still try stop that

But don’t, but don’t watch that

I still go through more blue ticks on Whatsapp (you make me feel that)

But I’m still street, boy

Runnin' down with mallets on my feet, boy

Start, starter nine in my jeans, boy

So I’ll make a star burst if you take me for a sweet boy

And I know why she’s vexed, cuz

She can’t get better than the best, cuz

And she knows that I’m next up

'Bout the only bitch that can play me is Alexa (you make me feel that-)

You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah (oi Alexa play songs by Silky)

That’s why I been losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah

Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby

Never wanna part, you my one and only

Yeah I’m gon' try make you mine, mine, mine

You make me feel like

Cover it up, you like to play your own game

Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’re thinkin'

I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels

I bet you’ll never even try to be real (yeah, yeah, oh)

You make me feel that-

Police got me on surveillance

So I might, so I might just jump in the plane, cuz

One way ticket, Marbella

Tell PC Plod, «See ya later»

The way you say it, my boy, what you tellin' me?

Why you goin' 'round sayin' you’re my enemy?

Don’t mistake me for a celebrity

I still ram you with a four litre cherokee

She’s heartbroke 'cause she in the friendzone

But I’m heartbroke 'cause they cracked encro

And I, and I still can’t let go

May as well have grafted a phone from Tesco’s

Came from nothin', now I got plenty

So I smile when I see my face on the tele, tele

Yeah my ex is mid-thirties

But, but my new girl’s mid-twenties

Cover it up, you like to play your own game

Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’re thinkin'

You make me feel that-

I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels

I bet you’ll never even try to be real (oh)

You make me feel that-

You make me feel that high, high, high, yeah

That’s why I been losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah

Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby

Never wanna part, you my one and only

Yeah I’m gon' try make you mine, mine, mine

You make me feel like

Cover it up, you like to play your own game

Cover it up, don’t let them know what you’re thinkin'

I bet you’ll never tell them how it feels

I bet you’ll never even try to be real

You make me feel that-