"Play for Keeps"

"Play for Keeps" is the seventh single off B.O.B's album, Strange Clouds.
==Lyrics==
Hook] 
How much must I repeat? 
We only play for keeps 
No time-outs, no free throws 
No refs, no penalties 
No handouts, no pit stops 
No cheat codes, no sleep 
But the drinks are on us 
If you with it then pull up a seat
[Verse] 
When you’re roaming through the jungle 
Talk is nothing, talk is cheap 
Time is money, money is power 
Power corrupts eventually, damn 
So what are the options? 
What are the choices left for me? 
What other rule there’s left to break 
I guess my faith is a quest for me 
Man got a dog and ain’t got no leash 
Man got a crib, it ain’t got no lease 
Man got a floater that got no brain 
But I still get brain, oh, it has no teeth 
Nowadays, niggas the killas on the beat 
But where I was raised all of the killas was down the street 
Better do your research 
Feeling like I fell out of the sky and landed feet first 
My squad go hard, my squad go concrete, watch my team work 
Hell yea, you can sail that, the boy fend to it cause I took my seat first 
3 course meal, full entrée, refills and I want my desert 
So why not make a toast? Tomorrow could always be worst 
Now keep them bottles coming by the killer litre 
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt 
I’m so grand hustle, you ain’t even in my league sir 
What’s up with these nerds? 
They be out here, gettin’ their silenced off, gettin’ their leads heard 
The game just ain’t what it used to be, the quality is blurred 
But a dying breed survives and a dynasty immerse 
So put it in for out if you entirely concur 
She call me hippie cause I live without any concern 
Up on this green earth, I’m on them green herbs 
Yeah yeah, yeah, I stay in them trees like the Keblers 
And they say that I look higher in person 
As a kid I played in the yard, but now I’m astro turfing 
I lived the actual version of the fantasies they utter 
Map stories of threesomes, they must just be seeing double 
Run for cover, here comes trouble 
My heart is going cold so I gotta sleep with warmer covers 
Polar bear pimpin’, solar flare spittin’
Somebody tell ‘em that this is professional stuntin’ and don’t attempt it 
Society is twisted, they tryna take us under 
So when you see them folks, don’t forget to warn a brother 
I made it out alive but still the battle is a struggle 
Veni, vidi, vici, I came, I saw, I conquered 
The masters have murdered the game 
And their name wasn’t in the wheel 
You see, my citizens are some mad rappers who’s still waiting on a deal 
And they jealous of my success cause my shoes cost more than their bill 
But I’ll never sit down at another table unless I’m invited to the meal 
To some it’s like conquering mountains, to me it’s like stepping on heels 
Remember the images in your mirror can be bigger than they appear 
And the truth can be hard to swallow, the pivenous eyes of the peal 
And by the looks it’s about the time that you had your prescription sealed 
My life, fooling speech or presentation 
There are no intermissions, no time for commercial breaking 
A fighter in his prime, a legend in the making 
There’s no debating when you let your numbers make the statement
==Music Video==
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==Link==
*www.sharebeast.com/c2gmi3webl98
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Category:Strange Clouds Tracks
Category:B.o.B Songs