Playground Games
Tyler, The Creator

Verse 1:
Yo, we in the sandbox, throwin' dirt,
Skippin' class, got that feeling alert,
No lunch lady, but got snacks in my shirt,
Trade a Fruit Roll-Up for a secret flirt.

Jump rope for hearts, double-dutchin' in the yard,
She said, "You gon’ serve me, boy? I'm not that hard,"
Khaki cargo shorts, with that cool kid charm,
But all these fifth graders think they outta my farm.

Chorus:
It's just playground games, we playin’ on swings,
Thinkin’ we kings, as the recess bell rings,
Dodgeball the love, got me runnin' in plays,
In a world that’s so vivid, I’m lost in a haze.

Verse 2:
She’s like, “You got the soup, but I’m heatin’ up the broth,”
We makin’ concoctions like we workin’ on a froth,
Secret love notes passin’, like it's a lost cause,
But when the teacher’s away, we takin’ our paws.

Slide down emotions, feel that rush in my veins,
Taggin' feelings, but can’t catch that taste of your name,
Cuz they call me player, but I’m stuck in the game,
With dreams so big, but I’m lost in the fame.

Chorus:
It's just playground games, we playin’ on swings,
Thinkin’ we kings, as the recess bell rings,
Dodgeball the love, got me runnin' in plays,
In a world that’s so vivid, I’m lost in a haze.

Bridge:
So I’ll swing by, grab slides with your heart,
In the jungle gym, now it’s hard to depart,
We flip the script, spin the wheel once more,
Sippin' Kool-Aid while we escape to the floor.

Outro:
Yeah, it’s muddy feet and laughter in the air,
I’m just a kid playin’ truth or dare,
Life’s like a game, sometimes cruel, sometimes fair,
In this playground world, I’m just tryin’ to care.