, start playin', we gon' talk about these playas, we gon' also talk about this game, heh, this game, is somethin' everybody wants to know about, but who's the victim?, is it the playa?, the one bein' played?, or simply this game?, early in the morning, he waits by her door, but she's not there, 'cause she don't care, someone else she adores, and it's a quarter after midnight, the girl's by her phone, but he won't call, and the tears fall, so she sleeps all alone, the feeling is gone, still we keep holding on, get to the back of the line, love will call you in time, on the kaleidascope of love, people go 'round and 'round in circles, falling in love and feeling pain, but it's the playa, not the game, see the parade of smiling faces, no masquerade can fade the shame, too many tracks to hide the traces, but it's the playa, not the game, it's not the game, i keep all my feelings in a dark and deep place, never go there, 'cause it's so rare true love shows it's face, i stare out my window, when i can't sleep at night, many voices, many choices, but i know when it's right, the feeling is wrong, still we keep holding on, fall to the back of the line, love will call you in time, blame it on the playa, not the game, blame it on the playa, not the game, blame it on the playa, not the game, blame it on the playa, not the game, oh, oh, oh,
