Game Time Songtext
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Game Time Songtext
Feels like
Every time you hit me up its Friday
Night Lights
Pressure′s weighing on me, pushing
Down, down, down
'Till I hit the ground
Calling me up to the A Team
But I′m wrong somehow
Ain't nobody gonna save me now
You got me wrapped around your finger
My pride out on the line
You pegged me as a second stringer
Now it's game time
Trick plays, false start I fell for that
Red flag, an armchair-quarterback
You′re playing with this heart of mine
Now it′s game time
Now it's game time
Feels like
You′re changing up the rules and tryin to keep me
Sidelined
Staring at the scoreboard am I
Up or down
Spinning round and round
Here's to the hometown hero
It ain′t me somehow
It ain't me somehow
You got me wrapped around your finger
My pride out on the line
You pegged me as a second stringer
Now it′s game time
Trick plays, false start I fell for that
Red flag, an armchair-quarterback
You're playing with this heart of mine
Now it's game time
Now it′s game time
From the nose bleeds
Looking down on me
The odds I knew I′d never beat
So I'm humble in defeat
You got me wrapped around your finger
My pride out on the line
You pegged me as a second stringer
Now it′s game time
Trick plays, false start I fell for that
Red flag, an armchair-quarterback
You're playing with this heart of mine
Now it′s game time
Now it's game time
Every time you hit me up its Friday
Night Lights
Pressure′s weighing on me, pushing
Down, down, down
'Till I hit the ground
Calling me up to the A Team
But I′m wrong somehow
Ain't nobody gonna save me now
You got me wrapped around your finger
My pride out on the line
You pegged me as a second stringer
Now it's game time
Trick plays, false start I fell for that
Red flag, an armchair-quarterback
You′re playing with this heart of mine
Now it′s game time
Now it's game time
Feels like
You′re changing up the rules and tryin to keep me
Sidelined
Staring at the scoreboard am I
Up or down
Spinning round and round
Here's to the hometown hero
It ain′t me somehow
It ain't me somehow
You got me wrapped around your finger
My pride out on the line
You pegged me as a second stringer
Now it′s game time
Trick plays, false start I fell for that
Red flag, an armchair-quarterback
You're playing with this heart of mine
Now it's game time
Now it′s game time
From the nose bleeds
Looking down on me
The odds I knew I′d never beat
So I'm humble in defeat
You got me wrapped around your finger
My pride out on the line
You pegged me as a second stringer
Now it′s game time
Trick plays, false start I fell for that
Red flag, an armchair-quarterback
You're playing with this heart of mine
Now it′s game time
Now it's game time
Writer(s): Anton Delost, Elyse Saunders, Zachary Ouimet, David Madras, Thierry Martineau, Jonathan Dubreuil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
