The Game Has Changed Lyrics - Singles - Pharrell

i know, i disappeared and popped up in paris making chairs with a beard 

and those that love me probably thought that it was weird 

while the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared 

and any artist that you love have veered 

especially when they hated the image that they mirrored 

i got a text that said "p, please get up" 

some light shining brightly outlining my shit up 

the penthouses, the homes, the cars, the chains 

the stones, the admirers, mini-me's and clones 

selling you n-ggas dreams that are boxes full of foam 

in and out of dimensions i walk through walls 

just saying you can't put me in a box, thats all 

no davinci codes and twilight stubs 

don't take this wrong, but i'll let you taste the blood 

so fitting, the sound in my system, makes me want to squish them 

king kong foot, the beast has awakened 

the pro tools taping, my position blatant 

you knew i was coming, choiceless, you waiting 

now i look up and ask why you've been for satan 

i shall hover for splendid covers 

that alone makes me other, plus the return of the jedi 

i study how the brooklyn machine works 

thats word to big and his dead eye 

i rise to the top like the sun 

i rise to the pocket like a gun 

i fire, drop ya body then it's done 

they like, what happened, we trapped him 

hatred is obliverated when i imagine 

look at you drowning in ya lungs, gasping 

blood on the dancefloor, he, he michael jackson 

bitches should stay home they do so much cummin' 

y'all should stand backwards you do so much frontin' 

take this sun block we got too much sunning 

now lets examine what you thinking, running 

run too hard, you might tear ya meniscus 

and if you try to run up you only get ya wig split 

and htis campaign that we runnning is viscious 

i hate to eat and run but this was delicious