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You Played Yourself Lyrics - Strictly Leakage - Atmosphere

What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet you 

So what brings you backstage in this theater? 

Oh, you're in the crew that plays first 

I should of noticed all four of y'all wore the same shirts 

I bet you got a demo of your work right 

Can you leave it with my merch guy? 

Well, word up, good luck tonight 

And don't forget to drink water, and don't cup that mic 

Do me a favor, stay away from Ant's beer 

No, you can't bring your fans back here 

Nah, I'm straight, you can keep your drugs, in fact 

Keep 'em in the alley out back behind the club 

And drop the attitude 

Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of passage, dude? 

Keep rapping till you get discovered 

But better believe, it's last time we ever see each other 

 

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Cause you played yourself 

Uh, yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man? 

You played yourself 

They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ? 

You played yourself 

Nah I didn't see your set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus 

You played yourself 

Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word 

 

New York, at the Bowery getting down 

With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown 

My first time touring with a live band 

Trying to hide all the fear behind a mic stand 

I just want to move around and keep it versatile 

But tonight, some kid took it personal 

I stopped my set, yo, what you yelling 'bout? 

With your middle up, calling me sell out 

Then security rushed him like a gang fight 

Wait, don't kick him out, man, it ain't right 

But they wasn't listening to Slug 

I'm just the artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck 

So I finished up my set 

Then I ran out the front door to see if I could catch him 

And there he was, mad and drunk 

So I gave him his money and sent him off with a hug 

 

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Man, you played yourself 

Man, you can barely stand up, and you trying to call me names, come on, man 

You played yourself 

I understand, I understand, dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old 

You played yourself 

Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a band, man? 

You played yourself 

Do me a favor, throw away my CDs, I don't want no stupid fans 

 

Girl, please, don't treat me like you treat a toy 

You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy 

You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits 

I'd rather fantasize that you're a rap advocate 

Look around, you see all these women? 

They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism 

The validating game is degrading 

Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings 

I'm getting too old for the trap 

Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act 

Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka 

I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta 

The show's over, so why you waiting by the bus 

Like I'm supposed to be impressed with the basics 

You don't believe that I don't want to see you naked 

But I'm not hanging out, take care, and stay safe kid 

 

You played yourself 

Yeah, actually, I have heard somebody say that to me before 

You played yourself 

You realize, I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans 

You played yourself 

Look, you are closer to my son's age than you are to mine 

You played yourself 

Look, look, the Living Legends are right there, right over there, go over there! 

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