The Game - Gabriel Garzón-Montano

Do you worry bout everything

Afraid you ain’t got the tight game

Do you feel just a little too plain

Compare yourself to what’s-his-name

So you jump through a gang of rings

Bloody murder as we point the way

Huffin' and puffin' all day

A trife aristocratic game

Find love in a special way

Hustle called day to day

You don’t have to lose the game (have heart like a tangerine)

You don’t have to lose the game (have heart like a tangerine)

And we bite with stolen teeth

Clattering in finery

Baseness glimmers all day

We’re going crazy over shiny things

Jokers in a marketplace

Punish virtues and forgive mistakes

Command yourself or obey

Damaged goods around the way

Find love in a special way

Hustle called day to day

You don’t have to lose the game (have heart like a tangerine)

You don’t have to lose the game (have heart like a tangerine)

Find love in a special way

Hustle called day to day

You don’t have to lose the game (have heart like a tangerine)

You don’t have to lose the game (have heart like a tangerine)

Find love in a special way

Hustle called day to day

You don’t have to lose the game (have heart like a tangerine)

You don’t have to lose the game (have heart like a tangerine)