Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Charades’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Boy, you’re so sexy, you think you got it made
You smile when you lie, get away from me
You’re talking out two sides of your face
I’m supposed to go along, not OK
I’m so guarded, I’ve been hurt, see
I’m so cold, now someone burned me
Yeah I like you, yeah you like me
But I can see, your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see, your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see, oh
You got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m throwing you shade, your charades
I like models, athletes, I like rappers
I like different kinds of shapes, different swaggers
Oh, oh, but I can see beyond a face and a kiss
Oh, if something’s deeper I’m so hard I won’t miss
I’m so guarded, I’ve been hurt, see
I’m so cold, now someone burned me
Yeah I like you, yeah you like me
But I can see, your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see, your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see
You got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m throwing you shade
I see, your charades
Crossing the line is something I would never do
Me and your brother
We’ve been cool since back in middle school
And now I’m thinking pitiful
Two crosses on the spiritual
I am counting dead presidents off in the living room
Feeling you masseuse, yeah they call me Deuce
That’s short for seducing, introduce you to my coupe
Coupe, this is baby! Baby, this is Coupe
Those that acting shady, I put them in the caboose
The end to the end, I’m talking me and you
Who? Ain’t no I, I hit it for like an hour
Hit it like ow, she gon’ need a towel
And she like I!
I can see, your charades
Don’t play me, I’m not a show
I know you did it before
I’m not that girl
No, I’m not that broad
Let’s get along
Respect me or get gone
I ain’t about that life dot com period
I ain’t about that life dot com period
I can see, your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see, your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see your charades
You got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m throwing you shade,
It’s your charades