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Game Over Video (MV)




Performed By: Andy Ashley
Length: 3:25
Written by: Andrew Milburn




Andy Ashley - Game Over Lyrics




Broken hearts serious
But rarely fatal
Fables
Say keep it G
Like the front of the grave
To cradles
Flipping tables
Out of anger
Eye on you like Turanga (Leela)
Bitch bad looking like Topanga
I met the world
And it made a thinker
I met the world again
And it made me a singer
Third time's a charm
That bitch made me a drinker
It's a pretty little picture
I'ma kill the painter

Death creeping
I ain't scared of it
I've been waiting nigga
I'm ya surrogate
Maybe I just
Need a f*cking therapist
To find out
Why I'm so arrogant
Maybe I just need to kill and it
And drop it
Or maybe it's cause' my hooks
Hit harder than Rocky
Balboa
Game over
Slang bombs
Like Dakota (Prescott)
Rap God
Like Jehovah/J-Hova
Big Purp
Like Grape Soda

Game over

I'm higher than a pelican
(I know)
I f*ck these hoes
Even when they say the celibate
(It's consensual)
A Houston nigga that's
Fresh up in his element
If there's a room
Than i know am the elephant
(Bitch what?)
Bitch I'm flyer than I've ever been
This white girl
Only love me
Cause my melanin
I get my paper
Everything else irrelevant
Getting high
Watching planes fly out of Ellington

What up CL? (Clear Lake)
Jay open my emails
We gone be alright
Don't worry bout' the details
Major moves
Like C-Scales
Can't keep working retail
Realness always prevails
F-U-K-C Twelve

Oh shit I spelled that wrong
Forgive me if y'all smell that strong
I just needed to clear my mind
I've been stressing all day long
Bout some other shit
Wonder if I don't belong
If you trying to fight the feeling
Lay back and play my song

Game Over
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Broken hearts serious
But rarely fatal
Fables
Say keep it G
Like the front of the grave
To cradles
Flipping tables
Out of anger
Eye on you like Turanga (Leela)
Bitch bad looking like Topanga
I met the world
And it made a thinker
I met the world again
And it made me a singer
Third time's a charm
That bitch made me a drinker
It's a pretty little picture
I'ma kill the painter

Death creeping
I ain't scared of it
I've been waiting nigga
I'm ya surrogate
Maybe I just
Need a f*cking therapist
To find out
Why I'm so arrogant
Maybe I just need to kill and it
And drop it
Or maybe it's cause' my hooks
Hit harder than Rocky
Balboa
Game over
Slang bombs
Like Dakota (Prescott)
Rap God
Like Jehovah/J-Hova
Big Purp
Like Grape Soda

Game over

I'm higher than a pelican
(I know)
I f*ck these hoes
Even when they say the celibate
(It's consensual)
A Houston nigga that's
Fresh up in his element
If there's a room
Than i know am the elephant
(Bitch what?)
Bitch I'm flyer than I've ever been
This white girl
Only love me
Cause my melanin
I get my paper
Everything else irrelevant
Getting high
Watching planes fly out of Ellington

What up CL? (Clear Lake)
Jay open my emails
We gone be alright
Don't worry bout' the details
Major moves
Like C-Scales
Can't keep working retail
Realness always prevails
F-U-K-C Twelve

Oh shit I spelled that wrong
Forgive me if y'all smell that strong
I just needed to clear my mind
I've been stressing all day long
Bout some other shit
Wonder if I don't belong
If you trying to fight the feeling
Lay back and play my song

Game Over
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Writer: Andrew Milburn
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