Commitment

Mr Right

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EVERYDAY

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You DJ, I'll Drive

Confessions (feat. HEESEUNG & JAKE of ENHYPEN x Paul Russell)

Confessions (feat. HEESEUNG & JAKE of ENHYPEN x Paul Russell) (Marathon Training Mix)

Leave The Light On

Too Good For The Game is sleek and seductive, — a pop-rock confession wrapped in gritty vocals. It tells the story of falling for someone who never plays fair, someone sharp enough to flip the script and leave you reeling.

Driven by a moody groove, darkly melodic guitars, and raw, emotionally charged storytelling, this track balances vulnerability with swagger. It’s alt-rock for late nights, broken pride, and the haunting thrill of someone who’s always one step ahead.

If you’re into music that sits between alt-rock and intimate confessional songwriting — moody, slow-burn, and addictive — this track belongs on your playlist.

Lyrics:

She had that look like, “Bet you’ll try”
I smirked and said, “I know your type”
I’ve played this role, I’ve walked this floor
But still I left the open door

She said, “You know I keep it real”
That truth she sold became the deal
She didn’t push, she didn’t beg
She crossed her arms, then showed a leg

Too good, too good for the game
Too sharp, too slick, no shame
But she played, and I got named
Now I’m just another flame
Too good, too good for the game
Too proud to carry the blame
Now I choke just saying her name
Too good—too good for the game

She said, “You’re bored, I’m not your wife”
Then tapped the edge of every vice
She smiled slow and made me wait
Then lit a match and watched me break

I laughed like I was still in charge
But gave too much by leaning large
She didn’t chase, she made me guess
That silence burned right through my chest

Too good, too good for the game
Thought I’d never play that shame
But she grinned and staked her claim
Now I’m just a missing name
Too good, too good for the game
Thought I’d win, she thought the same
Now I limp where I once aimed
Too good—too good for the game

I rang too late—she’d closed the show
Said, “Babe, you’re not the headline, though”
I said I left, I played it chill
But pride don’t swallow what it kills

I told my friends I shut it down
But she still owns this part of town
I swore I’d never be that guy
But that’s the line we all deny

Too good, too good for the game
Too slick to take the fall’s name
Now I flinch when I hear acclaim
Too good—too good for the game
She wins without a single frame
She leaves, and you’re the one to shame
Too good—too good for the game

Too good, too good (for the game)
Too good, too good (say my name)
Too good, too good (but she came)
Too good—too good for the game
Too good—too good for the game
Too good—too good for the game


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Too Good For The Game

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