Homeboi's Diary

Hey, put the bottle down,
Cos there's nothing left to drink now.
Hey, put the bottle down,
Hon, the vodka's flowed right through.
What substance are you on?
Accuse me of men that I never done.
I know that you've had your fun,
Cheating around on this one.

If I were in your shoes,
I'd whisper before I shout.
Can't you stop playing that record again,
Find somebody else to talk about.
If I were in your shoes,
I'd worry of the effects.
You've slept around but now it's my turn.
Sweet dreams, my Beswick ex.

We didn't screw that much,
But I never walked away.
Hey, think you got the touch?
Not so much that I could say!
What substance are you on?
Accuse me of men that I never done.
I know that you've had your fun,
Cheating around on this one.

If I were in your shoes,
I'd whisper before I shout.
Can't you stop playing that record again,
Find somebody else to talk about.
If I were in your shoes,
I'd worry of the effects.
You've slept around but now it's my turn.
Sweet dreams, my Beswick ex.

Does it make you feel a man,
To fool me up just because you can.
I'll say it loud and clear,
Honey, that tongue aint welcome around here.
You turned my head around. (Beswick ex)
You always brought me down. (Beswick ex)
You think I'm not a fan of (S. E. X.)?
Sweet dreams, my (Beswick ex).

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If I were in your shoes,
I'd whisper before I shout.
Can't you stop playing that record again,
Find somebody else to talk about.
If I were in your shoes,
I'd worry of the effects.
You've slept around but now it's my turn.
Sweet dreams, my Beswick ex.