Stay Down lyrics - The Game (feat. Bryson Tiller)

[Bryson Tiller:]

You say ain't trill, you right

Huh

Still, yeah

So go and tell me why

Why you upset (Yeah), why you frownin' (Why)

Why you frownin', why you down, and (Yeah)

Niggas wildin', love to waste time, and (That's right)

Play her like violin, I had to dial in (Phone-up, yeah)

Yeah, I had to dial-up, you was the angel

That got assigned him

You had to change him, had to remind him

Love was a danger, right then I chimed in (I had to chime in)

Why even try him, you ain't on the side, and

And if it's not him, I guess it's mine then

I played the side then, guess I'm the main now

Got a man, boy can run and play games now (Play the games now)

I know it's strange how (Yeah), you get the praise now

You get the claim now

Things been so much different since I came 'round

She say, "Damn," like she trippin' out the Greyhound

Call me (Call me), soon as the plane down when you saw me (Girl, yeah)

Smiles on your face now 'till your jaws weak (Yeah)

Ain't nobody else is all me (It's all me)

Since you met me it was all me (Yeah), for real (Real)

[Bryson Tiller {Both}:]

'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin' (Evenin')

I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)

If he was decent, wait 'till you see this (Yeah)

I better love you, more than he can (More than he can)

{'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin'}

{I give you real love, when you need it}

If he was decent, wait 'till you see this

I better love you, more than he can

[The Game {Both}:]

Wake up, break up, make up, play fuck

Lay up, no sleep, no sex, say less

Get dressed, then trade up

Two cribs, revolvin' doors, A.M., P.M

I'm in, I'm out, she stressed, she saw a DM

And I'm still not a player, but you a hater

New elevator to the top, hah, see you later, I'm gone

New A.P., pimped out piece

In-house cheeks, Z4 pimped out seats

Penthouse, sweet, lease with an option to buy

Coppin' the five-oh Benz, for when I'm not in the sky

Puffin' a lot, sippin' on that Cliquot

Up in the Benz, he throw with this freak hoe

Drippin' like I'm G Perico

I ain't a player, I just crush a lot

Throw up the Duss', I'm about gettin' loot

And I knock those boots on that Roosevelt roof

I don't wanna be a player no more

I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for

Stay down, stay down, {stay down}

[Bryson Tiller {Both}:]

'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin' (Evenin')

I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)

If he was decent, wait 'till you see this (Yeah)

I better love you, more than he can (More than he can)

{'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin'}

{I give you real love, when you need it}

If he was decent, wait 'till you see this

I better love you, more than he can

[Outro:]

I don't wanna be a player no more

Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for

Stay down, stay down, stay down

I don't wanna be a player no more

Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down