Against All Odds (feat. J3RMAIN3)

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Against all odds
He settled the cost
He got the crop on
Whatever the odds, was
Mrs. had a strop on
He said, I'm gettin' it love
Says, you've got a lot on
You better stop peddlin' drugs
Her ecstasy gave him heroin hugs
Her realness made him buzz
Like amphetamine does
When he got drunk, felt sunk
Drowned his sorrows
In tequila like the mescaline bug
Lifted him up
To the heavens above
And at the entrance
The Devil confronts
And tells his soul
That this hell is enough
And at the entrance
The Devil confronts
And tells his soul
That this hell is enough
And at the entrance
The Devil confronts
And tells his soul
That this hell is enough
It ain't enough
Nah
He's had enough
He's movin' up to the top
Headin' ahead and above
But at the entrance
The Devil confronts
And tells his soul
That this hell is enough
Nah
He's had enough
He's movin' up to the top
Headin' ahead and above
Higher than a handicap
Tryin' to squeeze his head in a glove
Get it handicapped
Head in a glove
Prior to her
He would never do drugs
But the crystal meth in her love
Gave him one hell of a rush
Buildin' him up
Lights him up
Like a head of the kush
Used to dwell do the dance
With some devilish mutts
Could never
Measure the level of lust
Gettin' into trouble and stuff
He wasn't troubled
As long as they was gettin' him off
Gettin' him bucks
You know the perpetual ones
Now it's far too old
And it's gettin' too much
First couple of months
They went through some terrible stuff
But worked hard to develop the trust
Now it's nothing
But delicateness
Thug love transformed
To a gentleman's touch
Now it's nothing
But delicateness
Thug love transformed
To a gentleman's touch
Nothing but delicateness
Thug love transformed
To a gentleman's touch
Now it's nothing
But delicateness
Thug love transformed
To a gentleman's touch
He tried it once
But turns out she really wasn't worth the fuss
She left him burnt
Like the head of a dutch
Head over heels
Til he fell out of love
Pops Bub'
But really doesn't celebrate much
And he's really not celibate much
The method of it was
To wean him off
Like the methadone bottles
Full throttle
Left foot
Fell off the clutch
Tried to stop the Gear
But breaking distance wasn't enough
This time he's took it too far
Now he's ketamine slumpt
Fell asleep
With his head in his crotch
It's ten o'clock
And the penny has dropped
Finally made aware
Of the meddling plots
But caught up
In the adrenaline rush
It was easy to set him up
Like Bedouin huts
When God comes
He couldn't care less
If you're ready or not
And at the entrance
The devil confronts
And tells his soul
That this hell is enough
And at the entrance
The devil confronts
And tells his soul
That this hell is enough
And at the entrance
The devil confronts
And tells his soul
That this hell is enough
It ain't enough
Nah
He's had enough
He's moving up to the top
Headin' ahead and above

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