Get up
Get up
Get up
Outta my way
Tryn running a marathon
No shorty stuck to my John-Jay
Big moves saved for last, take the pawn
I'm the game thriller
Play maker
Believe in matters force
Game over
Feelings gone to Nova scotia
Where were you then
Why are you here now
Now that I called
You forced entry
Reside by my side
That's a memory.
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