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masta artisan – such a playa lyrics

[chorus]
he does not need anyone’s love
he is such a heartbreaker
marriage ain’t what he’s thinkin of
because he is such a player

[verse 1]
a mysterious cool guy with a bad boy image
the guy ladies love, who knows how to handle his business
in club scenarios, he’s better than lothario and casanova
the right words, and keys to the range rover and it’s over
their hypnotized by his womanizing eyes, so he’s sweepin
girls off their feet like a broom, and dirt is how he treats ‘em
and while his boys find his escapades entertainin
girls still want him because they think they can change him

[chorus]

[verse 2]
his talk is oil slick, befitting of a smooth hustler
who rustles the feathers of men whose girlfriends are his favorite customers
she wants excitement in a relationship that’s lackl-ster
and after the man finds out, now he can’t trust her
but ya boy’s a player! he never did, nor is he about to care
because he got what he wanted and now he’s out of there
he doesn’t get commitment, and doesn’t respect it to this day
and no one ever bothers to ask him why he got this way…

[chorus]

[verse 3]
it all started in his adolescence
a time where he represented innocence in its essence
but there’s an important fact that i must tell: he
grew up without a mother but his dad was very wealthy
too much of what he saw as a boy was women
who were pretending to love his dad cause they were gold diggin
and his father was secretly still hurtin
years after his wife p-ssed, so each week a new girlfriend
would be his vain attempts to recapture that intimacy
while his son sees all these women to just be
objects of beauty, cuz a true woman is what he never got to see
but when he reached his early teens he tried to suppress the thought, you see
this cute girl in high school was the object of his affection
he liked her and thought they were making a good connection
one day, the young lover boy gets a call
from his sweetheart, she wants to know if they can hit the mall
she would go herself, but she said it’s hard
without a nice ride to drive in and his dad’s credit card
he said, “naw”; his pop was furious the first time that shopping bill was brought home
she said it’s cool, then quickly hung up the phone
the next day in school, she craftily avoids him
never answers his calls and after day 3, it gets annoying
his best friend hits him up, saying, “i know it’s something you don’t wanna picture
but your girl was asking me to go out with her”
he hung up immediately, not letting him continue
and this is where the full transformation ensued
he revisited those misogynist feelings and set up a defense
vowing that no girl would ever hurt em again
and in every girl he dined and deserted
he saw that girl in high school, so he felt that they deserved it
and relationships he respected in no amount
cuz he thought a girl’s loyalty is equal to the cash in her boyfriend’s bank account
but a monkey wrench was thrown in his plan that he wasn’t countin on
one lady would make his thought process blow up like an atomic bomb
she was beautiful and independent, had her own money and knew how to spend it
and in his head this woman was splendid
he tried to spit game, but for once, he was rejected, not cuz she was spiteful
but she honestly thought his advances were a trifle
he could have given up, but something told him to pursue her
deep down, he knew she represented something truer
than the girls he knew before, and so to her he became vulnerable
letting his guard down, regardless of the trouble
it might get him in, then, they soon became friends
he loved her, and somehow she really loved him
two lovers, who really cared for each other
just like the relationship his dad must have had with his mother
after a date where he confesses his willingness for long term commitment
he tries to go to sleep, an d then indecision starts creepin in
like an allergic reaction, and he begins asking
what if, in this decision, there is no satisfaction?
what if this, what if that, his anxiety makes it so he can’t focus
so he skips town without even leaving a notice
now, he’ll be haunted to the grave
about the life he could’ve had if he just would’ve stayed

but hey, he’s a player right? right?

[chorus]

- masta artisan lyrics

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