[Intro:]
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Start playin'
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We gon' talk about these playas
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We gon' also talk about this game
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Heh, this game
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Is somethin' everybody wants to know about
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But who's the victim?
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Is it the playa?
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The one bein' played?
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Or simply this game?
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Early in the morning, he waits by her door
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But she's not there, 'cause she don't care
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Someone else she adores
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And it's a quarter after midnight
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The girl's by her phone
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But he won't call, and the tears fall
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So she sleeps all alone
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(We're in a world, that's a ball of confusion)
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The feeling is gone, still we keep holding on
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(To a love, that is just an illusion)
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Get to the back of the line
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Love will call you in time
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[1:]
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On the kaleidascope of love
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People go 'round and 'round in circles
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Falling in love and feeling pain
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But it's the playa, not the game
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See the parade of smiling faces
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No masquerade can fade the shame
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Too many tracks to hide the traces
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But it's the playa, not the game
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It's not the game
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I keep all my feelings in a dark and deep place
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Never go there, 'cause it's so rare true love shows it's face
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I stare out my window, when I can't sleep at night
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Many voices, many choices, but I know when it's right
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(We're in a world, that's a ball of confusion)
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The feeling is wrong, still we keep holding on
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(To a love, that is just an illusion)
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Fall to the back of the line
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Love will call you in time
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[1]
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Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast)
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Not the game
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Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast)
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Not the game
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Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast)
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Not the game
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Blame it on the playa (I know it's hard, don't fall apart)
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Not the game
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Oh, oh, oh
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[1: w/ ad-libs to fade]
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Player Not The Game
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| Lil' Mo |
