The Dating Game Lyrics by Awkword
Verse 1
First off, all i ever asked for was truth
second, practice what i preach, i was there for you
third, i gave you mad chances, i was scared to lose
now i tried to be fair, but whats fair bout to do
i use this song as self-expression, pack the bong for a cleansing
ebonics, the chronic, im on it, i said it i meant it
defend it til deaded, a fan a the message, the head trip
get the fuck off my back, yeah ya pussy was wack
i thank myself when i fucked ya, AWK always came with a jack
and i never came up in ya ass, yet ya wanted it bad
i look back and get sad, and i try to shake it i hate it
i hate the fact that we dated, i hate the fact theres still hatred
laugh at the times we fought, forget the times we laughed
forget the time in the car, getting gassed, we almost crashed
when i think about it, its like the whole thing was a dream
so i drink about it, then recruit a new girl for the team.
hook
they call dating a game, and every mans a player
oh god damn girl, looks like you fucked with a Laker
i wish i Kobe’d ya ass, and dropped ya off at ya parents
surprise surprise, i blew it, you got the earrings with carrots
never again never again, will i get stuck on the fence
enemies, friends, our enemies are ex-girlfriends
they call dating a crapshoot, every move is a bet
oh god damn girl, looks like you fucked with the best
verse 2
theres six billion people on this earth, this is your curse
i guess that half is females, so this is the verse
in which you die in my dome, so i can be happy alone
dont stress this wont be sappy, i cut heads off with poems
in my life its like im blasting brains, or writing my pains down
either way its hard as hell, tryna clear up these rain clouds
first im oversensitive, then a standoffish prick
swallow down my medicines, close my eyes and drift
thats why, im always seeking change, biting my lips
is the answer in a bottle or the hands of my therapist
is it stress that breaks my back, or my broken back causin stress
should i blame genetic makeup, how bout how i try to clean my mess
you joked about fucking dudes, surprise, you fucked a dude
im burnin you outta my mind, destructions what i choose
everybody listen up, this the number one rule
behind every wise crack is a hint at the truth.
hook
they call dating a game, and every mans a player
oh god damn girl, looks like you fucked with a Laker
i wish i Kobe’d ya ass, and dropped ya off at ya parents
surprise surprise, i blew it, you got the earrings with carrots
never again never again, will i get stuck on the fence
enemies, friends, our enemies are ex-girlfriends
they call dating a crapshoot, every move is a bet
oh god damn girl, looks like you fucked with the best.
The Dating Game Lyrics by Awkword