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(Unsung Heroes)
They askin' why you never change, why you stay the same
They askin' why you never change, why you stay the same
Why you always livin' in the past? My bad I can't refrain
Blame it on the mary jane, it's sweet like candy cane
Cause I'm still with the same old team, I never rearrange
I left a lot of things unsaid, a lot of things unsung
I'm really losin' patience, wonderin' why I hold my tongue
Y'all really ain't no fun, I mean what have y'all become?
Dissin' music, praisin' puns, Instagram it then you run
Fuck a hater, I remain a player
Stuntin' on my exes higher than the Himalayas
With two bitches from Jamaica, I hit the alternator
I've been gettin' to the paper smokin' gas you blowin' vapor
Let me sum it up, I gotta run it up
Fuck a runners up, pourin' drank up in my cup
But it ain't enough, I gotta ante up
Rollin' Dutches in the cut, two grams, and it's overstuffed
And I've been gettin' faded on those sick days,
Got it goin' I can get it six ways,
Text the plug and tell him I got six plays
Y'all ain't even heard about my endgame
They askin' why you never change, why you stay the same
Why you always livin' in the past? My bad I can't refrain
Blame it on the mary jane, it's sweet like candy cane
Cause I'm still with the same old team, I never rearrange
They askin' why you never change, why you stay the same
Why you always livin' in the past? My bad I can't refrain
Blame it on the mary jane, it's sweet like candy cane
Cause I'm still with the same old team, I never rearrange
They askin' why you never change, why you stay the same
They askin' why you never change, why you stay the same
Why you always livin' in the past? My bad I can't refrain
Blame it on the mary jane, it's sweet like candy cane
Cause I'm still with the same old team, I never rearrange
I left a lot of things unsaid, a lot of things unsung
I'm really losin' patience, wonderin' why I hold my tongue
Y'all really ain't no fun, I mean what have y'all become?
Dissin' music, praisin' puns, Instagram it then you run
Fuck a hater, I remain a player
Stuntin' on my exes higher than the Himalayas
With two bitches from Jamaica, I hit the alternator
I've been gettin' to the paper smokin' gas you blowin' vapor
Let me sum it up, I gotta run it up
Fuck a runners up, pourin' drank up in my cup
But it ain't enough, I gotta ante up
Rollin' Dutches in the cut, two grams, and it's overstuffed
And I've been gettin' faded on those sick days,
Got it goin' I can get it six ways,
Text the plug and tell him I got six plays
Y'all ain't even heard about my endgame
They askin' why you never change, why you stay the same
Why you always livin' in the past? My bad I can't refrain
Blame it on the mary jane, it's sweet like candy cane
Cause I'm still with the same old team, I never rearrange
They askin' why you never change, why you stay the same
Why you always livin' in the past? My bad I can't refrain
Blame it on the mary jane, it's sweet like candy cane
Cause I'm still with the same old team, I never rearrange
Lyrics submitted by laurelinwyntre
Endgame Lyrics as written by Anthony Semerano
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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In an interview, Pete Buck once commented about this song: "We hired members of the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra to perform the string parts to this song. They came in and did everything perfectly in one take." He also stated that Michael came up with the flute part as a melody, but couldn't come up with lyrics for the tune, so they hired Mark Bingham to transcribe Michael's humming the part into sheet music.