Her Own Game - Strike Won

I know this bitch she fly like sky high, grip like vice won’t let her go by in

that dress looken' so damn sexy, sigh, breast & thighs won’t rest till she dies,

but she steps in a cess pit, messin' with fire miss sting got that hectic

sting you’ll never know why, until you try lie down with her, take some time

out hide out guy fuck around with her, she’s like the sound of the sweetest

thing, add some pounds i don’t mind honey i could breathe you in

And when you found her, sunny, musta been seein' things, she got a funny way of

lovin' if thats what it seems to sing, an evil ring wrapped around a finger of

your being, your heart beating and you can’t even start being, a part of what

you started and when she caught you off guard you still thought you were

hardened, now you’re in her garden

These little white lies, that you like to buy cut to size by the knife that

fucks your life, cunt you got a wife, ?love?

word vows till you die throw it

out since you still feel unsatisfied, a shattered spiral down?

found?

how its promised by, a tatted siren that sounded an honest cry,

drown in her tears follow to the other side, dyed latent colour in your eyes

like a homicide, on the sly on fire in the night time, lookin' for the right

way to get you feelin' right

Mr. once was now knows no wrong nonstop on that tick like the triple bang

weighin' up the rock, playin' god maybe not, coz nothing got the shine,

you been playin' that heroin (mainline) game the whole time, and she’ll find

you eventually and enter every means till you lie in the cemetery

Yeah she plays her own game, there’s no shame layin in another bloke’s arms

again, so she calm the pain, only?

halve the grain?, pass from palm to palm and

from arm to vein

Sittin' in affliction itchin' with that same old sting, picturing that bitch

waitin' for the phone to ring, the only ding, slow dance not your ever day

romance, oh dam here we fucken' go man.

You don’t really want her but there’s no stopping ya, everyone with love for

the one wants em off the stuff, feel the constant cuffs, wheeling on a cusp,

dealing in this fucked up shit I’m here to kill ya buzz…