🎵 “Playing In My Face” Southern Player Soul Verse 1 You started playin’ in my face, now you wonder why I changed, Used to call me every morning, now it just ain’t the same. I noticed you quit checkin’ in, askin’ how my day done went, Now the silence sayin’ more than any excuse you could invent. I noticed my Cash App ain’t dinged like it used to every week, You quit showin’ love with your actions, now your words sound weak. I ain’t the type to fuss and fight or beg somebody to stay, A grown man watch the little things before he walks away. Pre-Chorus I peeped the pattern, baby, I ain’t blind, Real ones notice every little sign. You thought I wasn’t paying attention, But I was reading every move, every decision. Chorus You been playin’ in my face, now I’m movin’ different, Wonder why I’m distant, why my love hit different. Your phone don’t never ring, always sittin’ on silent, When I call, you miss it… then call back with excuses smilin’. I don’t argue, I don’t chase, I just give a little space. When respect start fading away, That’s when a player change his ways. Verse 2 I noticed you don’t ask no more, “Baby, how your day been?” Ain’t heard them words in so long, got me thinkin’ deep again. Every time I call your phone, it go straight to voicemail, Couple minutes later here you come with another fairytale. See, I sit back in the cut, let the truth reveal itself, Ain’t gotta search for nothing when the lies expose themselves. I’m built on patience, not confusion, Watching every move before I come to a conclusion. Bridge See, a grown man don’t react off emotion, He let time expose the truth in slow motion. I ain’t accusing, I ain’t making no scene, I’m just making sure I really seen what I seen. Final Chorus You been playin’ in my face, now I’m movin’ different, You changed the vibe, now the love feel different. You stopped callin’, stopped checkin’, stopped showing me care, Now you wonder why it feel like I ain’t even there. I ain’t mad, baby, I’m just reading the signs, Protecting my peace and my state of mind. If you wanted this love, you would’ve watered the seed… Now don’t ask why a player had to leave. Outro (Spoken – deep Southern player style) “One thing about a grown man… he don’t always speak on what he see. Sometimes he just sit back… watch the pattern… and let people tell on themselves. Actions always talk louder than explanations… How ’bout it, mane?”
