Y-Ya-Tryin to Play Me - Da Youngsta's, Nevelle Hodge, Edward "DJ Eddie F." Ferrell

Roses are red and violets are blue

I never met a girl that’s quite like you

You’re all that, I think about you all day

Sometimes I wanna chat when I see you in the hallway

In school in between classes

You’re either not tryna see me or you need glasses

I make passes, you still don’t get the picture

Tell me baby--what does it take to get with ya?

Starin' at the ceiling cause all I do is daydream

I ain’t playin, but what I’m sayin' may seem

Like some line that I’m givin' to ya

I’m like a magnet, always stickin' to ya

Yet you still show no affection

You don’t even look in my direction

So what’s up with that, baby?

I got a question, why you tryna play me?

You used to pay a visit, I ask myself what is it

You used to be gentle, polite and quite exquisite

It’s strange, changed like the weather

We stood together like two birds of a feather

Now it’s like you never saw me

You don’t even take the time to try to call me

I’m willin' to give it another try

But what’s up with that other guy?

You thought I was slippin'

You better get a grip and stop trippin'

Fancy clothes and cars don’t flatter me

I ain’t the one to get charged like a battery

You tried to use to get what you want

You know you’re with it, so don’t front

That’s word, no ifs, and or maybes

So why you tryna play me

As I watch rain drip off the pane-- of my window

Girls be tryna play me like Nintendo

But that’s only if I let 'em

Maybe that’s why I try not to sweat 'em

Even if you’re beautiful

I still rather chill with a girl that’s suitable

Not sayin' I’m all that and some

I want a girl that’s not out for my income

Someone intelligent and all smart

Not the kind that’ll play with your mind and break your heart

But still I’m tryna figure out what happened

Out of the blue you start snappin'

Givin' up a dumb excuse

Tellin' your friends you cut me loose

So what’s up with that, baby

I got a question, why you try to play me?