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Game Time

It's game time baby,
Are yall ready to ride for me like I'm ready to ride for you?
Are you gon die for me like I'm ready to die for you?

I need you to look me in my eyes right now and tell me, are you ready?
I'm ready, cuz I'm Born ready

It's game time,
Yeah, game time
We are not alike it's gametime,

You and I we are not alike,
No you don't shine when they hit the lights,
I done made myself bleed for this life and these kind of nights,
You just okay but I'm kinda nice

Yeah I said it's gametime,
Baby I said it's gametime,
Feel the pain in my voice cuz right now,
Yeah this is gametime,

Come and ride with a killer,
Come and ride with a winner,
I said it's gametime,
Yeah I said it's gametime

Aye listen,

This is Game time like the Superbowl,
We got the city on hold, when we put on a show,
My brother's know, this blood and pain made us way too cold,
So we gon die on this floor, before they take it home,

See that look in they eyes, yeah they looking scared,
They ain't lived what we been thru, I put that on my head,
I press the button unleash the beast upon the field,
Say you don't want us baby cuz we trained to kill,


It's Gametime,
It's Gametime,

Gametime,
Okay, it's gametimes
Running to go get it,
it's gametime

Yeah, cuz we champions, gametime.

I've got a feeling that you should knowThat we could leave anytimeThere's a place I found we could goInto the sun we will hide
Waking up I'm gettin so excitedThe air outside is so warmForget the city we will reach the countryRight to the sun we will drive

Oh I know...This could be our time / this could be a fine time
I've got a feeling that you should knowThat this could be our timethe grass is green we hear the birds are singinginto the sun we feel fine
Oh I know...This could be our time / this could be a fine time

Verse 1

Well, I’m going down to the St. James Infirmary,
to see my baby there

She was all stretched out,
on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so bare

Verse 2

Let her go, go !
Ahh, my little Baby, Where ever she can beYou may search this whole world all over
But she’d never find a sweet man like me

Verse 3

Now, when I die, bury me in Stetson shoesA Stetson coat, and a Stetson hat
And put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the cats know, that I died fat
Ad Lib

St. James Infirmary, where can my baby be ?
It’s just at St. James Infirmary, yeah
Let my baby go, let my baby goLet my Baby go, go, go
Let my Baby go !

Traditional arranged by :
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau