TravCamBlaze - Play The Fool [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
She said
Nigga I hope you remember all of them memories
Cause ain't no way in heaven
That you gon' do better than me
She said everything we
Have is gone
Like I'm rolling down a hill
Can't hold on
And now we're at the
End of it all
Tell me how am I spose to feel
Now that you're not here
And it's my

[Chorus]
Fault that you're gone
Everything that coulda went wrong, went wrong
I guess that
Ain't no point, ain't no use in me holding on
To you
And now that we're through
I'm sittin round and not a damn thing I can do
I guess that
I just don't, I just don't mean that much to you
I guess you really did play the fool

[Verse 2]
I said
Nothing compares to the way you made me feel inside
Now I'm feeling like a little boy
I'm tryna run
I'm tryna cry
Cause I can't hide it
Everything that we
Have is gone
Like I'm rolling down a hill
Can't hold on
Can't hold on
And now were at the
End of it all
Tell me how am I spose to feel
Not that you're not here
And it's my fault

[Chorus]
Fault that you're gone
Everything that could of went wrong, went wrong
I guess that
Ain't no point, ain't no use in me holding on
To you
And now that we're through
I'm sitting round and not a damn thing I can do
I guess that
I just don't, I just don't mean that much to you
I guess you really did play the fool

[Bridge]
Broken hearted
You killed my senses
Now I don't know how to love
Or feel
How the hell are we gon get back to us
The way that it used be
Without the rain clouds
And thunderstorms
Making earth shaking love
But the rain falls
And they skies storm
It just goes on
And its my fault

[Chorus]
Fault that you're gone
Everything that coulda went wrong, went wrong
(Went wrong, went wrong, there ain't)
I guess that
Ain't no point, ain't no use in me holding on (No point)
To you (and I)
And now that we're through
I'm sitting round and not a damn thing I can do
(Damn thing I can do)
I guess that
I just don't, I just don't mean that much to you
I guess you really did play the fool