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• Artiste: Beef Storm Posse
• Titre: Winning Me Over
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Now listen baby, there's no need to cry I know I told you no more lies I'm gonna hit you on my cellulus And conversate you for a while But those rumors you hear, the bullshit filling your ears Is making trouble appear, you think I'm coming home sober I'm calling you up, before a problem erupts I thought I'd given it up, but drugs are winning me over Relax, a quarter gram will make me relapse But keep it a secret, keep it under your hat And I mean this Because me and my main squeen been having disagreements No more pills and no more crack Or baby doll's packing her bags and won't look back I can't have that, but detox is a bummer and I still got the cell number of my runner, I gotta wonder Is it possible to keep my word When the urge is unstoppable to snatch her purse? Soon the situation goes from bad to worse Pawning her rings and things for the crack du jour I know I'm bad for her, but is it worth it? She deserve a man that acts so worthless? Well I need to be forgiven, so it's time to repent But Armageddon's still a fiend when the weather permits I know we kissed my sinful past goodbye I know I told you no more lies But sometimes I get this feeling that you see through me I think I see it in your eyes Coz I'm calling you up, just to borrow a buck And I know that it sucks, you think that I'm coming over And I'm wandering on, in places I don't belong I'm hitting more than a bong, these drugs are winning me over You wanna hear some crazy shit? My brother bought a gram, and he's saving it I know I said I quit, but I'm caving in I know you want a hit, get your razor, bitch And what would you give for a line to sniff? Well I appreciate it, bitch, but I'm trying to quit We got an album to make, I can't be buying this shit I'd love to dip in, but I'm high enough on life as it is From 223 to 203, she wonders how I lost 20 pounds in a week I'm up at all hours when I should be asleep And I'm nervous and I swear that I just heard the police Behind the curtain and they're coming to get me Armageddon don't let me forget how the method affects me The next best thing to sex, when the method of ingestion is injection Text message me next week Now she left me and I'm all alone To think about these dreams we had I ought to call her on the telephone Because I'm really fiending bad Now I'm hitting the streets, just to cop me a piece Did you forget about me? I'm looking over your shoulder You can call me a creep, but when you fall asleep You can't call the police These drugs are winning me over If you need to reach me, beep me baby I been noticing the way that you've been treating me lately You been acting suspicious and uh, apprehensive Mixing fiction with fact, like I'm back to crack addiction But the picture's getting sicker, my confession Is that the lies are getting bigger when the liquor is present You see, it happens every time, the moment I'm dreading I'll take a ball point pen, make a stem in ten seconds Who would ever except street cred to harm a legend? Pardon mentioning Hendrix, but I'm far from where he's getting Where he's going, where he's gone, where he's spreading his name I was the first to learn a lesson, Armageddon's to blame Ad yes, I spend the rent honey, but guess what? I fronted out some blunts, I'll have the money to you next month Test run drugs, but know I'm done with em Had fun with em, under the gun coz I run with em