Kevin Federline

Kevin Federline - Playing With Fire lyrics

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And they say 

I'm crazy 

For loving you 

For feeling you 

And maybe 

I'm a little crazy 

But they don't know 

All the things you do 



When the pen hits the pad 

It's in the left hand 

Every single word is worth thirty grand 

Or maybe more 

Don't think they understand 

How much cake the pancake man had 

So heavy like weight 

Moving upstate 

Care for my rhyme 

Like the crime rate 

I flick with your boy 

The prince of the bay 

Sit back, day to day 

Got two back packs 

Resno on one 

LA in other 

Whilst I'm holding my sons 

As I march through the valley of the shadow of death 

Dark hair on my chest 

Wife on my left 

Let's go 



And they say 

I'm crazy 

For loving you 

For feeling you 

And maybe 

I'm a little crazy 

But they don't know 

All the things you do 



That's how I'ma ride 

For my family I'd die 

Bet you're all thinking 

I'm that guy 

Don't care about you 

'Cause I'm the truth 

I ball like Kobe 

Shooting hoops 

Up in the roof 

Been the million dollar corporation 

Call me maloof 

Like I said once before 

I'm the truth 

Hollywood can't catch me 

But they got you 

Nothing fake round here 

I'm the realest do 

Haters feel us too 

I'm in and out the groove 

Every word out my mouth 

Make headline news 

I'm the best, I rule 

Come test my tools 

You do so square 

Get my slang out manuals, ha 



And they say 

I'm crazy 

For loving you 

For feeling you 

And maybe 

I'm a little crazy 

But they don't know 

All the things you do 



And they say I'm a little crazy 

But they don't even know you, baby 

So they base all their the accusations 

On what they really don't know 

So tired of all the speculation 

Fed up of negative fabrications 

You say just have a little patience 

But they are driving me crazy 



Never been a surfer 

But my chang hang loose 

Got so much flavour 

Like 2Pac juice 

Got dudes wishing you're in my shoes 

I'm a rockstar baby 

I do what I wanna do 

Tough pack 

My crew will come and clobber you 

Let the pope come out 

And watch it swallow you 

Not a pretty boy 

But I look like a model do 

Not a gangster 

But in my life, yeah I've fought a few 

Hit the hustle tight now it look 

Like I'm robbing you 

All yours flys 

Watch how I swatted you 

Better think twice how you come at me 

I'm a godfather now 

I'm about my family, yeah 



And they say I'm crazy 

For loving you, for feeling you 

And maybe I'm a little crazy, but they don't know all the things you do!
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