Joe Budden Lyrics

Good afternoon everyone. I'm Kenny Powers. If you're here and you're someone Shane cared about, or someone Shane loved. Or maybe you're just somebody who has no business being here at all who's just here because you think it's gonna make you more popular. You know, Shane and I used to fuck around big time. We fuckin' partied hard. We'd ride our vehicles around. Slay ass

[Joe Budden:]

My condolences, my condolences

Whole family in mourning send my condolences

My condolences, crazy I just spoke to him

Courtney dropping drinks all in Hooters

She losin' focus shit

Don't send a text, I don't care y'all mad

Shit, I waited 5 days nigga where y'all at?

For real, I'm calling Stunna

Cause all Summer 16, ain't heard a hot 16 'bout all Summer

Awareness is high, say attention I'm seeking

Since I'm reaching, it's offensive they're convinced I'm a demon

Such a thin disagreement, son my kin for a reason

Killing you is expected of me, I don't win an achievement

Somebody pinch me I'm dreaming, take this mental reprievement

Since I know the nigga, I know this ain't the man that I'm seein'

I heard it straight from the 'Bama's mouth, he won't pull a hammer out

Wasn't you at Hov's show scared to pull the camera out?

I'm seeing habits switch, magic tricks

You froggy behind that Apple fix

The passiveness in your manor I might react to it

Automatic shit

Ratchet kids at your crib that can't even spell Calabasas bitch

So I take all the guns, load half the clips

I just notice you run, we mention half of Clipse

I'll save that for another time I'll get back to it

I'm kinda shocked to look at what we've advanced to

Knew it'd get you dismantled, knew the issues I ran through

Sick of the scandal, or maybe I just misunderstand you

I kept it a buck, thought that, that was shit you could handle

You said that you wondered if anything you doin' was brand new, right?

I got him, no one help, father punch below the belt

Introspection means dig deep, let's look below the wealth

I wanna know myself

How you tell bitches know they self

When you don't even know yourself?

You wouldn't know yourself

Say he Canadian, maybe Asian, Croatian

Be sounding like his Jamaican friends, depend on what state he in

I think you rap good, but you a movie star

So that owl's appropriate, we don't know who you are

Where did the boy's brain change? Was it the club scene?

Now you sound like you use people and love things

But later for how you use people and love things

The entendres that upswing when I call you drug king

That record contract, leaves a lot to exam

Never dealt drugs in his life, but sold a lotta gram

That's too much baking soda, good thing my break is over

They thinking cause my paper lower, this for Rage to blow up

Or maybe they just woke up

You leverage your celeb, taking waves over

That's territorial takeover

Maybe he thinks nobody notices

Gucci wasn't home two seconds before you rode his dick

Bodied Versace flows, copy, that he stole

Ay dios mio, sorry Migos, adios amigo

Was that your plot all along?

Why you ain't do that vid with Fetty but you hopped on the song?

No really, we want a Party album

But you keep stealing all of Party's album

To go and put it on your party album

It's plenty reason to slay you

Kept going up Tuesday's and now The Weeknd just hates you

Are you lifeless? Sound like a zombie on the track

Remember "Started From the Bottom, " it was Zombie on the Track

Know who else started from the bottom? Zombie on the Track

How come after that joint I don't see Zombie on a track?

I'm from Jersey, so Zombie I got your back

Be alarmed the real is finally back

Get your guard up now, hope your heart up now

Battery in him, let's see if he get charged up now

I'm wake

We at the wake

[Kenny Powers:]

Who's Goose and who's Tom Cruise?

Well now that Shane is dead I guess we know who is Goose. Shane is Goose. Cause in that motion picture, Goose dies, so Shane is dead so he would be Goose

Why Would I lyrics - Joe Budden

You can always count on me

[Verse 1]

I got no time to be wasteful, treat my time like it’s rare

I appalled at the fact that you think I got it to spare

I got so many folk, pulling me every which where

They bombard me problems, niggas think that I care

They be clogging my air

But I just dismiss it

They say I’m unfair, they depend on me to fix it

They say I don’t give back, they say that I’m evil

Help yourself please before you expect me too

I got so many hoes, that vie for attention

I ain't saying no names, they would die for a mention

They love my sense of humour, they say I’m a clown

They say I can be insensitive but they stay around

And it’s normally a model, nigga, shocked that I got ‘em

But way before the deal, was never a problem

Y’all judging it wrong, you think this what I offer

But it’s all in the mind, more about what I taught her

Solo maintenance, no Victoria secrets

All I ask is that they make the bed when they leave it

We can be in the PJ, could be at the Clearview

You talk to the pilot from your seat, can hear you

Some niggas got beef with me

But I’m an adult so it’s not I’m afraid

It’s that I know the results

And the song never changes

Sung from the pulpit

My time is important I got enough of the bullshit

[Chorus]

I don’t wanna waste your time

I got so much I could be doing with mine

Why would I waste your time

You handle your shit, I handle mine

That way it’s all good

It’s all, it’s all, it’s all good

It’s all good

That way it’s all good

It’s all, it’s all, it’s all good

It’s all good

[Verse 2]

I can show you a mansion show you some cars

It speaks in volumes that I’m showing you bars

The money means nothing you make it you lose it

Some niggas stay broke and just make up excuses

I could be out the country hiding under the bucket

Shop when I land, I ain't checking no luggage

Bet I give it my all, I can give you a quarter

But even in that I can give you slaughter

I can be at the jeweller, can be at the theatre

Can be at the strip club or can be with the Realtor

I can wanna relax and vacay with dude

I can be anywhere that means away from you

From the kid on the block, selling dope

Now I’m in VIP behind a velvet rope

I tap shawty on the shoulder, tell her to go

She say she depressed, I’m helping her cope

I can take her to Gucci, can take her to Mike Korrs

If you had the World what would you strive for?

It’s a gift and a curse

Everything is a drawback

I could be in grey-house but nigga I’m off that

It’s the size of your heart when your facing a wall

Are you afraid of heights or afraid of the fall?

The song never changes, sung from the pulpit

Time is important, enough of the bullshit

[Chorus]

Afraid lyrics - Joe Budden

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

I just feel like you broke a promise to me

Only hurt cause I thought you were being honest with me

So I'm gon' try and do this honorably

Without the sponsoring fee what's most alarming to me

This so emotional for you, robust such the calm in me,

Easy to put off notes in thugs harmony

Speak to his insecurity, acting so irresponsibly

And it's further impacted by the fact that you respond to me

See some of us know you as Jimmy barely old

He had the baby belly fro, nigga was frail up in his clothes

Barely got a hold and it's seeming very outta control

Wish we could go back and grab the blackberry with the scroll, oh

Yeah Aubrey that's the one we trusted

Not this new Aubrey with his stomach sculpted

I'm disgusted, you're such a fuckin' incumbent

Can't govern, trust in the public becoming a fucking puppet

It's bigger than rap battles, a word for the digital cash castle Don't let a glitch in the Mac crash you

Unrelaxed wearing political straps tackled

Now clash paths with dad, the original bad apple

I know where you at, shit I was there too

When shit was happening fast, word, I got scared too

Impossible feats, impossible to sleep

Making promises impossible to keep like

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

Listen, alert the niggas that handle you

You fill up tour seats but you raw meat to the animals

Doggy to cannibal, morning coffee and sandal shoes

Can't get this energy off me, it isn't tangible

This shit is greater than me, Pitchfork and Fader agree

Complex I'm waiting to see, this between us, A and B

You on the cusp Rated G, film I ain't paying to see

I'm patiently waiting with please

Thought you would take it in, breathe

Blantently seein' his whole channel real A&E

Hard to sound empty inside and fill a vacancy

Get some advice, come over kick it and vibe

I'm here with hotels, strippers, Odell, all that shit that you like

We'll light some candles and some hookah

Hookers flickin' the lights

We'll play Aaliyah's greatest hits, you'll get all tickled inside

My nigga, It's no wonder you're losing all your friends

Poster child now for all that you had a wall against

And tell your mans I'll be seeing him soon

He marched you right into this madness I got reason to assume

I creep in his room, sweeper consumed

Now his region of doom ain't the legion of boom it's just me with a broom

Afterward I'm thinking we can resume a lesson in speaking too soon

How is it too late if I'm reading ya tomb

It's not, boys inordinate, ploys and ornaments

Show up at party next door with a noise ordinance

So off the hook of me, maybe y'all should be shook of me

Should know I'd kill him at even the slightest push of me

And when his team press up shirts, I'll help 'em push a tee, Should it read, he pressed buttons but wouldn't push a tee

Gotta be buggin', maybe he dunno where Pusha be

Or when Pusha push the agenda he isn't pushed to see

If pushed to the streets, I see wood in your physique

Thinking you misunderstood my hood, this isn't Meek nigga

This ain't a standard that you couldn't meet

Just from your views, you prolly couldn't see

That's cool, that kind of success you could never plan for it

Heard the question nigga, I'm a help you answer it

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

What am I afraid of?

What am I?

Devil In My Room lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Crooked I, Novel)

[Novel:]

Last night I heard a voice say

I've been gettin in my own way

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I heard a voice in my head

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some words for me

[Joe Budden:]

Uhh, uhh

He said "Fuck the world!"

Or maybe he said it in jest

I told him that I already did multiple times

Truthfully I wasn't never impressed

But, to contradict that'll matter again

To the point where nothin matters again

More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved

The more fame just means more paranoia involved

I done made friends, lost friends, same hour

Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power

Uhh, same tricks, same cowards

Why I be like FUCK any nigga that ain't ours

Never slippin, never threatened

I think they forgettin for a second non-fiction ain't a weapon

Thoughts could be hypnotic, nah, just neurotic

Called oft psychotic, floored by off logic

But I got this

[Chorus - Joe Budden:]

Last night I saw the devil sittin in my room

And we greeted with a smile; said that he'd been there for a while

Last night I heard the devil talkin in my head

He said it's an emergency, he said he had some words for me

He said

[Joe Budden:]

He said

He said one day your friends gon' be your demise

Said a few of 'em is me in disguise

Deceit in his eyes, said I like the teachin me wise

But the leeches I don't need in my life, please be advised

Real coy, listenin, still annoyed

Said these hoes fill a void, all hoes, you still a boy

Said you searchin, you don't know what to do

You thinkin you fuckin them when really they fuckin you

Look, said they see you on feats

Said you give the love to the ones that need it the least

But wait, you can't put me on trial for my errors

I learned, trial and error, the how I couldn't tell ya

You talkin to the realest, nah, just a realist

Nah, you just a nigga don't recognize what the real is

Thoughts could be hypnotic, thoughts get out of pocket

You'll be powerless, get lost, you try to stop it

I got this

[Chorus]

[Crooked I:]

He said, "What you doin this music for?

I got news for ya

If you don't sell your soul to me then you just gon' ruin your future bruh"

See I just cracked open this Goose

And I mixed that elixir with juice then I was introduced to Lucifer

In a dark room, his tongue sharp as a harpoon

We started discussin things

He told me about his minions and his underlings

Told me that he was Gepetto of the ghetto, had snake niggaz on his puppet strings

Taught him betrayal, and other schemes

He ain't new to this, he true to this

Said he been doin this since Jesus was crossed for thirty pieces of silver

And he sealed the deal with a Judas kiss

When Ceasar was stabbed in the back

He was the one who placed the knife in Brutus fist

Now he got his hands in our music biz

Told me to ignore the war and the poor

Aim my music more towards the whores and drug lords

And the fans are pourin through the doors

Sell out my tours, get awards galore

I told him I just wanted to be the modern-day Marvin Gaye

He said "You might wanna re-think that, cause I know where your father stay

I'll possess him to pick up the chrome

Pop you in your dome for tryin to tell the people (What's Going On) "

He said "That's where you're goin wrong

It's more demons than angels in this biz, you on your own

Wanna hit the big screen, switch your sixteens

Get some slim jeans, forget your big dreams or make your wrist gleam

Get your big cream, hope you're listening"

I just had to switch to his team, uh, it was tempting

The contract was in blood

He said "I know you sick of traffickin drugs

Sign it!" Nah, I got this

[Chorus]

[Novel:]

No no no no no nooo

Ohhhh, ohhhhh last night I heard

Said no no no no nooo

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I heard

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some...

No nooooo no no no no

Yeah yeah

Last night I heard a voice say

I think I'm gettin in my own way

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I thought I heard a voice in my head

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some words for me

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga, ohh

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga, no

I think the weed smoke's fuckin with a nigga, ohh

I think the weed start fuckin with a nigga, yeah

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga

I think the weed is fuckin with a nigga

I think this last weed's fuckin with a nigga

This weed smoke's fuckin with a nigga

Don't You Wait (Freestyle) lyrics - Joe Budden

[Joe Budden:]

(Wait a minute!)

Look, I wish I could be closer

To the point I'm trying to keep composure

Wine glasses seated on the sofa

Seems our arguing never featured you sober

I storm out trying to concentrate with 30

Missed calls hard to contemplate

And so the, small things we just complicate

How you tarnish faith at this alarming rate?

Now we can't coexist, share common space

Either, we bail out or get the bond in place

And take it, to a time we was actin' right

When we would ignore calls, where its at tonight?

And your girls always say I ain't rap too tight

But we put soul to soul and got back to life

But now, it seems you couldn't love me less

I was cut me depressed, I was Cudi depressed

On the cusp of death, when you up and left

I was starving myself, didn't want to get dressed

If this is love, tell me why I'm under duress

Putting loud in the air to share some of the stress

When you famous, every break up come with the press

Question, do you wake up and wonder what's next?

When it comes to the sex am I one of the best

Like back when I would pull out cum on your breasts

But hold up...

Slow down, we was literally speedin'

The company I'd keep was misleading

Like, is she leaving? If he cheating?

Busy weekends spent with Niykee Heaton (look)

Baby this is real talk

My bitch asked if we still talk

But times passed and you doing you

Though I'm part of your past, I still ruined you

Code red, you in urgent danger

Gotta watch what you say they way words can taint ya

Drink away the pain, all the hurt and the anger

When you all too familiar with a perfect stranger (look)

But it's hard to stay family

When plan A is plan B

All you need is a break from insanity

How'd I expect you to wait, you can't stand me

[Solange:]

I gave it all away that night, it was taking a little time, oh

I gave it all I got but now you better know that I know for sure, oh

You made my bed, dealt with it when the lights went out

Now looking back for temporary nothings

But I bet on it, you'll all be here when the lights come out

Still looking for nothing

I gave it all I got to know now

I don't want no part of it no longer, no longer

Looked around this place enough to know now

I don't want to waste the time to know you, to know you

Don't you wait for me

Now, I don't want to bite the hand that'll show me the other side, no

But I didn't want to build the land that has fed you your whole life, no

Don't you find it funny?

You made my bed, dealt with it when the lights went out

Now looking back for temporary nothings

But I bet on it, you'll all be here when the lights come out

Still looking for nothing

I gave it all I got to know now

I don't want no part of it no longer, no longer

Looked around this place enough to know now

I don't want to waste the time to know you, to know you

Don't you wait for me

I don't wanna, wanna, wanna wait

Don't you wait for me

Freedom (Freestyle) lyrics - Joe Budden

[Diamond Reynolds:]

I can't really do shit cause they got me handcuffed

It's okay mommy

I can't believe they just did this, I'm fuckin'...

It's okay, I'm right here with you!

[Jesse Williams:]

Now, what we've been doing is looking at the data and we know that police somehow manage to deescalate, disarm and not kill white people everyday. So what's going to happen is we are going to have equal rights and justice in our own country or we will restructure their function and ours

[Joe Budden:]

Let's take a moment to stand and observe the Hell we live in

No matter how high the fire it never melts the system

Some can help but didn't, we fill up the jails and prisons

You don't believe that's a business, only yourself you're kiddin'

But now they killin' our people, it's all on television

Them cops went home to their people, turn on the television

I tell my son, careful what you learn on television

He 15, he don't know what I mean

Don't know about yet, doubt and suspect, out sets of controlled outlets

From those who don't wanna let us out yet

Land of the free, the home of the brave (nah)

Can't let us be, we've grown from slaves

It's there if you wanna read, I mean it's all on the page

Say it's police, I just know when it's race

Now it's just thrown in our face...

Maybe I'm lost, signs are vital to me

Sandra Bland didn't come off as suicidal to me

Y'all play around, thinkin' we on safe ground

They killed Tamir Rice and his rights, right on that playground

Eric was selling cigarettes, "I can't breathe, " it was said

The bigger threat he was a nigga, I bet, but listen

Last year I went to church with my Mother Fay

We sat behind Ms. Garner, and it was Mother's Day

She sat strong, inside I cried for her

My eyes tucking the water as I was hugging his daughter...

Philando Castillo told him he had a weapons permit

Was murdered moments after without a complexion permit

That's bloodshed with his daughter in the car

I'm only upset for our sons and daughters tomorrow

Question, how many cities we gotta march through?

Signs we gotta hold up, or are they tryna provoke us?

Cause when them 9s load up, and land mines blow up

And the crime don't slow up, they'll chime in and say they told us

Or is it only a crime when done by poor us

Food for thought, my mind don't run off of cold cuts

Raw and evident, Alton was offed, heaven sent

Recorded the negligence, they just ignore the evidence

And make it seem as if we in y'all way

Maybe our government is governed by the NRA

That would make a diseased Capitol, in need of capital

They even legalized weed for the Capitol

But be black, sell in the street, they get mad at you

Casually clap at you, it's Uncle Sam sayin' taxes due

Our epidemic systemic

Black Panther fist at Olympics they just condemn it, hold up

Said the Klan marched in Piedmont

Even worse, they were protected by police arms

In Baton Rouge its pictures of them in riot gear

It tells me they know it's plenty reason to riot there

Yet we just keep on praying all while we feeling it

Racism still alive, now they not concealing it

It's revamped, shackles are gone, now we get house slippers

And all us millionaires are the house niggas

Irony, the only ones naked are urban outfitters

White people seeing us murdered are even down with us

They sayin' let's make America great again

I'm curious, what time would you like to place us in?

Were we degraded then? Did they enslave us then?

Or is it ignorant of me to even say again?

If it's civil war, then what are we civil for?

It's this is freedom to y'all, you better get us some more

[Beyoncé:]

Freedom! Freedom! I can't move

Freedom, cut me loose!

Freedom! Freedom! Where are you?

Cause I need freedom too!

I break chains all by myself

Won't let my freedom rot in hell

Hey! I'm a keep running

Cause a winner don't quit on themselves

[Jesse Williams:]

And we're done watching and waiting while this invention called whiteness uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil - black gold, ghettoizing and demeaning our creations then stealing them, gentrifying our genius and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit

Freestyle lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Styles P)

[Talking - Styles P:]

Real MC shit you know

Jedi's on deck pay attention

Fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout?

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva

Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it

You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier

He's hot headed, he'll leave you as masses on fire

I'm the ghost rider that'll kill your ghost writer

Make him OD on heroin, he's a dope writer

If you had it written don't you tell me that you spittin'

I'm a say you bullshittin' and go suck a dick

And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin'

Yeah, I'm 41 but you ain't got to act dumb nigga

I ain't got a problem killing 41 young niggas

14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga

I was movin' work at like 41 slums nigga

Told my nigga Budden we don't always get along

But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion

We know we got bars and these little niggas don't

Let's lock 'em up, just slaughter 'em, make it look disgusting

Cut from a cloth that God made

Waring in the devils' land when I want to war knockin' 'I Pray'

Could kill MC's for like 5 days

I'm talkin' Monday through Friday

Go and pick up then dump 'em on the highway

Yeah, you should know that the ghost here

Space ghost, kill 'em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

[Joe Budden:]

A nigga vision is so clear

Even through the mystici, keep the pope near

Was big out in L.E.S., this ain't Joe clear

Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe's ear

So the venom is caged, I'm underpaid

I can only give 'em minimum rage

I came up when all they respected is violence

If you know, it's something to be said in my silence

Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands

Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling

Got football numbers when the squad was pinched

Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went

Listen, the fame you can keep

Some niggas became sheep

But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech

All I hear is niggas talkin' bout Game and Meek

I'm in the crib thinkin' this entire game is meek

This shit has changed Ghost

They lowered the understanding

Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion

But you and 'Kiss told me we gon' make it

Say whatever you want about him he don't fake it

You rarely see me out, I don't be most places

In bars it's still shit that real G's hold sacred, yeah

That's probably why they adore me though

Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo

Just Because lyrics - Joe Budden

You wonder why I stop and stare

I gotta admit it man

Every time you are near

I have a confession to make

Just because

I love you man

Just because

Sometimes love hurts

Just because

It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you though

I love you

Look, listen, fuck is up with us? How we ain't agreeing?

Sensitive thugs need hugs, just the game we in

But if we ain't a team, I know what anger bring

Angled in any language you want it, mons ain't a ting

Is this a cry for help, show us the pain you in

What's in your cranium, fuck it let's put the flame to aim

Then they'll ask why I made him his most famous meme

I just tell 'em love makes you do the strangest things

They play at stadiums, I play at Stadium

Shame, shame in 'em, really what's there to gain for 'em

I see it weird though, fuck it we here though

Order my Bane mask all glass to let the beard show

Ain't been dark in a while, pardon my style

I mean, I think I hear my part in your style

I can attach different acts to different parts of your style

Yeah we let you act as if you had parts in your style, nah

That's retarded, it couldn't be any farther out

But really ain't shit about it that's hard to doubt

Ain't bothered 'bout it, you fathered your father's style

Which makes you a grandfather, a clock I highly doubt

You a hybrid, credited with the art of it now

Evolved with a style and re-dressed it in garments from now

So listen, that ain't my argument now

Just looking back through the years, begging me not to involve it 'til now

So this a pep talk, shouldn't be no awkwardness now

Sweet as the birds and bees from a father to a child

Look, I know sometimes you gotta father your child

Like hit the yard for a while

But be back before it's dark or pow-pow

Rage ritual with startling growl

Manufacturer of Coke, here go bars with a smile

The shots coming though, crew been at this bar for a while

The gun tucked, the snipe's out, you see us, cardigan down

Advance for the singing nigga and the margin is wild

Floetry, the same as Marsh' and them now

Too bad the martian is out

What song savin' him when we in bargin' in wild?

Singers lose, better go and check Debarge and 'em now

We heating up, you know the fire marshall in doubt

Iron and irony, I ain't spoke to Marshall in a while

He said "Budden get your stuff together

You busy ruffling feathers"

Bound to happen when you target an owl

Now we not enemies, he just gotta bar up now

I'm still on energy, let's see if he charged up now

And I'll be sure he's in the secret garden I found

With lions, tigers, bears, Tahiry, dolphins, wow

You wonder why

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce

Just because

Come on

Bounce with me now

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce with me now

I just love you man

It's a whole lot of love

You wonder why

Just because, I....

Just...

Making A Murderer Pt. 1 lyrics - Joe Budden

[Joe Budden:]

I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes

No alliances with Meek, it's still fuck him too

Before we start, to the fans, I'm uncomfortable too

Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all cause I got love for the dude

But now my phone blowin' up, they're like what I'm gonna do?

Show the world you shouldn't poke a man with nothin' to lose

All of this just because I wasn't in love with his Views

Whatever happened, I just know they got me fuckin' confused, hey

Mic check, mic check

One two, one two

Wait a minute!

Drake: I'm happy, I'm honored... I'm, I'm, I'm honored to be around you, man

Joe Budden: Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Drake: Okay so I can't be honest on your network here? I can't be honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you?

Joe Budden: It ain't an honor to be around me!

Drake: We all used to listen to you so I don't even... you need to learn how to take compliments. Don't say that in vain, he's one of the best. You know that, right?

Other Person: What up? What up?

Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you know he's one of the best

Other Person: Nah it's all love

Joe Budden!

Look, enough of the sentimental crap

Cool if you into that

Fuck all of these subs, who they intended at?

I won't believe it's me without forensic facts

They don't normally mention Black when pennin' their raps

But then I listen back, I heard a pinch of sass

Tender ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to grass

I come around with every inch of the mag

I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought Quentin was bad

You made me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad

With all the clout that he grabbed, it's still doubts from his dad

Look, this ain't promotional, you just emotional

No doubt you got Starbucks, with all that Joe in you

I part his reign lightnin' fast, just what Joseph do

A black cloud all over the 6, check the overview

You're so indirect, shit wasn't real clear

Either Jimmy actin' or he really miss a wheelchair

What he don't know is we the most kindred of souls

I should've did this two Kendricks ago

He wanna sing? Well let's get into the show, hence my role

For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the road

I figure he's that close to his death to know the reaper

In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow ether

Gassed cause he KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper

Quick to put extension on singer, that's Moesha

Nothin' 'bout Rick slick, but show of the Caesar

My crust from the same old pizza as Mona Lisa

So how you callin' out the lyrical God?

Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts

Cause your words ain't sayin' a thing

I kilogram without weighin' a thing

Nigga you baitin' a king

Tell you the way that Golden State say to it's team

Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the wing

[Andrea Martin:]

Dem a call me a murderer

I never duck, just spray

I'm a never miss mi aim

Dem a call me a murder

There's some truth in that saying

Dem a call me a murder

Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing

What I see, ayy

[Joe Budden:]

Look here, I just spit the facts, raging aristocrat

Shooters heard them words, wanna get rid of that

When they roll up, bet dude won't wanna live his raps

He'll see the 6 upside down and wanna switch it back

Wrath of a God sinner

I'm too real, I bet your star's tender

I bet a mil', I'll bet a star tender

But since the OG's Hov, here's what I wanna know

If ain't no real niggas allowed the fuck would I wanna go?

That's thinkin' back to Jay, now let's get back to Drake

Both too big to respond to all I have to say

Still with all their success and all their accolades

The universe makes it so they come right back to me

Here's a reminder that we go way back

I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice, Hova

I make these words flip as if they practice yoga

Okay practice over, back to Blacklist, Hova

Nothin' personal, this Red Reddington

Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm doin' the work for you

Payback, wire his jaw, reimbursin' you

Metal all behind his face, Sprite commercial you

Might have made a mistake out of this one

Can't Bell Biv Devoe your way out of this one, nah

So, warn your damn campaign that hammers rang

I just bought a New Edition, you can't stand the rain

Y'all say this soft nigga hard and that, I can't explain

Y'all think he's soul for real, I see candy rain

So Aubrey when you sub real MCs, you get murdered

And since you signed to five guys, makes you a burger

[Andrea Martin:]

Dem a call me a murderer

I never duck, just spray

I'm a never miss mi aim

Dem a call me a murder

Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing

What I see, ayy

[Joe Budden:]

Real quick, I don't wanna talk too long. I think you misconstrued the boundaries of this relationship and this friendship. Which in return, has caused me to do the exact same thing. I don't understand how you niggas, and how you in particular, how you can fuck shorty and I dap you and say you a real nigga, and I critique your album and all of a sudden we sensitive. I don't understand how you new niggas work. Maybe I'm out of touch with the rules of today's society. I'm clearing all that. Now let me paint who I am before I allow another nigga to do it for me

I'm from the school of pussy don't get me punch drunk

Maybe it's different in the city you come from, look

I'm from the school of these hoes belong to everybody

No celeb exempt, goes for everybody

So when I seen you fucked shorty, not a bitter bone in me

I ain't think of how to handle the plan

Said I'm aware, have fun, understand that it's, fam

Told that to you and not her, that's just the man that I am

My nigga, kids got no respect

Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on every hoe you checked

That makes sense, bad bitches, that's what Joe do best

And I's the man 'round these parts when they ain't know you yet

Which kinda makes me your OG in Toronto

And I ain't charge once, that's for free in Toronto

I'm unsure how that came to be in Toronto

Nigga I don't even be in Toronto

When it rains it pours

All that means, dog, get please get a poncho

Subs fell short like a free throw from Rondo

So rude, he gay, so mean with all the Budden threats

As soon as we shoot at King, Demarcus Cousins' next

This shit is truly a movie

You started a trend bein' a groupie for groupies

Shit, I had Bria in the coupe and out her way

Before you ever wrote an interlude about her

So who you playin' with, clown

I'm first shift at the bars, so only means I already made them rounds

They say that he the best MC and best flow'er

He cook better than me but you love my leftovers

Fire the kill shot, the fire still hot

Word to your Versace velours that Kyra still got

You playin' chess with the chrome of the pump

Let it blast, checkered past, shoulda known from the jump

It's whatever you wanna roll, executives got your soul

Sedatives, I'm repetitive with those records, show for

Regular Joe, sellin' records was never the goal

I never sold records, I kept records of what was sold

Might have made a mistake out of this one

Day's long, can't Trey Songz your way out of this one

So don't worry yourself, and before I go

Fuck a record label, I appear courtesy of myself, Joe

Stay Schemin' (Freestyle) lyrics - Joe Budden

Used to strive to be a G but that caper was over wit’

When I wanted a M, this was all labeled appropriate

One I fronted for, one was heavy in the rear

Til I made that and realized that one was already there

Check it, they asking bout my well being, well I been fine

I just did some sets of 50 on the incline

I don’t do the games, but if I happen to be into one

Burner to his melon, just my version of temple run

They tell me I’m crazy, they say that Joe’s off

But I ain’t tryna rap wit new ideas using old thoughts

The whole premise of they argument is so forced

So what that say for you, if you concluded that wit’ no cause

That’s just some lil truth for you know-it-alls

Nigga I can roof a bowling ball

I make a mayor change his point of view

And won’t always show wit’ his face depends on who its pointed to

Now a bunch of groupie niggas want to join the crew

Models want to join the pool, it’s funny what some coins will do

My regular sex’ll be a porn to ya’ll

Its wierd since I never fucked none of my friends that’s porno stars

Wait… forgot about that night up in the fountain blue

Decapitate that other bar, head I wasn’t counted dude

When its normal for you, you ain’t gotta play to win

I’m more concerned with how Melo’s gonna play wit Lin

I took a break for a sec, I’m done chilling

Thought I lost my hunger, kind of had this numb feeling

Haters say I’m wack, paint me as that one villain

But I’ll be nice longer than they gon’ be unwilling nigga!

Now I’m only chasing bills hard

You won’t understand it ’til you face the right pill charge

Worry free cause my lawyer get it crunk

Told me I’d get time serve without ever hitting a bunk

I don't bother wit’ a glock

Or haven’t since I parted from the block

But if duke talking crazy then he’ll do it to a cartridge full of shots

Find his body in a river down in Austin won’t matter if his father is a doc

Nigga!! Feet dangling from a small stretcher

Convo interrupted by a small heckler

Cause the boy feel like rapping again

You heard a Clue tape you know its about to happen again

Joey…

"The Great Escape" (2012)

Tipsy Lyrics – Joe Budden (feat. Jay Townsend & Emanny)

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
This goes out to you (you, you)
This goes out to you (you, you)
This goes out to you and you and you
You know who you are

This goes out to you (you, you)
Ta ha, this goes out to you (you, you)
And you (and you)

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Check it, baby, sweetie, lady, darling
It don't (what?), get no better than this
And I know, guys'll go to any measure to hit
But I hope, you don't use that as a measurin stick (uh)
They priorities is off, busy treasurin whips
I just like the opportunity of pleasurin miss
Since I never met another that get wetter than this
Anytime I'm on tour, you'll forever be missed (talk to her)
'Cause I knew she was a fantasy dream
Every Sunday all she worried about is her fantasy team
And anytime shorty speed past, in that E-Class
Body so sick, that I always want a tea bag
So I spend, hit a mall, maybe SoHo
'Cause how she blessed me, swore her jaw broke though
Her sex to me's like a midnight ecstasy
So the bar could be closed as long as she next to me

[Chorus - Emanny & Jay Townsend w/ ad libs]
Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Ooh baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Let's stay love drunk, let's stay love drunk

See baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Ooh baby I'm tipsy for you, yeah, so let's stay love drunk
Let's stay love drunk, let's stay love drunk

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Check me out now, check it, see the beauty of it all is (what?)
We could both have whoever we please but um
We'd only be foolin ourselves (why?)
'Cause it seems without each other we would never be pleased
It's much more than her body though I value her waist
See shorty knows the value of space, she don't crowd me (nah)
Open-minded, know she don't got all the answers
When we hit the strip club, she tippin all the dancers
I'm tryin to show you things that you ain't used to (uh)
Talkin waterfront villas out in Saint Lucia (uh)
Turn our cells off, nothin else matters
Took it slow but it couldn't of happened any faster (faster)
See she don't go through the phone (uh)
She say if that's necessary than she'd rather be alone
Can tell she for real by the sound of her tone
Shorty grown, no chaser, she got me in the zone

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Uh, best part about it all, it's not difficult
You such a standout, nowhere near typical
Plus you let me be my own individual
You know if you support me, you'll get every residual
And when girls try to tell you that I'm cheatin (what?)
You agree sayin they don't know the half (why?)
'Cause how I got shorty, it ain't even fair
Know it all adds up, they can't seem to do the math (nah)

[Break - Emanny]
No Henn' or glass of Rosé (Rosé)
Could make my world spin around just like you do
They just don't taste the same
Got me buzzed off the love you gave (ya gave)
No way I see straight after one sip from you, oh

[Chorus w/ ad libs until the end]

mixtape: "Mood Muzik 4.5" (2011)

Dreamerz Lyrics – Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Check it,
More questions, more answers
More ci smoke and more cancer
More arguing, more resistance
Its seems like the closer we get, its more distance
More angles, a million different looks
Was on the same page, just in different books
there's so much i want to say but i got no ground
cause we ain’t break up, more like broke down
now that’s pain and torture
add that with restraining orders
then add the soul of my slain daughter
none of this is how we planned it to be
one big insanity plea
shit could never end amicably
I miss you trying
you probably think don’t think I try too
when you stubborn and prideful
not much is insightful
but God was trying to show me something
He ain't think that I knew
sometimes shit that doesn’t breathe can die too

[Hook: Emanny]
Were we just dreamerz?
Waiting for our shot to shoot to the moon
Were we just dreamerz?
Spending our lives trying to see this thing through
Waiting to fly away
Waiting to fly away
Waiting to fly away
waiting to fly away

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
How we go from thoughts of marriage
Thoughts of me copping carrots
Talks of what we’d name her while shopping for a carriage
But when the dream stopped, who knew you’d see me like a savage
That you dreamt of vacations, but only woke up with baggage
All you ever did was love me, and look at where it got you
And when you wanted more, all I did was say I’m not you
I’m selfish not selfless, and I say that with love
so in essence you’re asking for what I’m incapable of
so now I find I’m going over choices I ain’t even made yet
were we clouded by good times of great sex?
running fast towards an unknown fate
that altered when I introduced you to my unknown traits
in your dreams, seems you had me pegged as another man
but in mine, only you would understand
in our minds we were perfect
we witnessed our dream get murdered
now reality is on trial and we both awaiting the verdict

[Bridge 1: Joe Budden]
But you’ll always be close to me
though you said this ain’t how it’s supposed to be
what we had was so real
but you said I don’t care
never thought this day would come
you said you gave your all and was left with none
but we can both be spared
but you don’t think that's fair, that's fair

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
You can’t see how you ever began to like a liar
you lost track of all the little things that I admired
but when the peace left, I knew we might retire
thinking man, I live upstairs, I’m something like somaya
got memories, but at what point are they lost
you say we could work through it, at what point is it forced?
we shoulda never rushed
cause it’s like now we at a point where you won’t never trust
and for me I can't believe that's all we ever was
the high’s gone, need a better buzz
Cause we sleep in the same bed, but we never touch
my solution to every beef is to revisit
though we’ll have the same emotions we won’t be so livid
won’t be so vivid
I think your girl secretly applauded our drama
we don’t need those critics
we owe it to go over our foundation with a keen eye
sad part to say you never have the same dream twice

[Bridge 2: Emanny]
We let love and all its possibility
take us from reality
made it hard to see that
we were bound together
just to cover up the pain
I'm wishing the skies were rain
and wipe all my thoughts away
cause I'm tired of dreaming

Time Flies Lyrics – Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)

Look how life, life has changed
Movin up, to bigger things
Look how time flies by... [x2]
(Ain't it funny how time goes by... [x2])
I see the storm, thru the rain
As for you, your still the same
Look how time flies by... [x2]
(Ain't it funny how time goes by... [x2])

[Verse 1:]
Check out your man who came up around the dope boys and backstabbers
A dropout whom some referred to as a backpacker
Dude they used to laugh at, member him?
Bad rapper, exactly why being on the cover of that mag matters
I chop it up with some artists I used to beef with
Glad we all grew to see how played out beef is
Besides, that ain't something we're all willing to afford
When your talented you try to get a million out of more
Made a killing on tour, so while I'm wheelin that Azure
I'm wishing all my black youths could know the feeling I endure
For some folks, my ceiling is their floor
Wondering where I'd be if I ain't feel like persevering anymore
Look what time does, need a reality check
It'll remind us, you can't run from it, it'll always find us
And that's the game I respect it
Rockin a different watch, but it gives the same message

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Look, I used to see her on the tv
Now she textin how she miss me and she need me
It's funny I remember when she couldn't take it
Now when she get naked
Shorty ride it to the point I'm thinkin she about to break it
It's a few broads that ain't agree with my style
Throwin it at me... yea they Cliff Lee with it now
I mean they ain't wanna smile at me, wouldn't say what up
So I have them face down but turnin their faces up
Same broads you grew up with... with no body
Is gettin work done... tired of being nobody
Fake tits and ass, changing their look vastly
Like niggas don't remember how they looked last week
I'll diss a broad in a second, don't put it past me
You don't want the truth? Bitch probably shouldn't of asked me!
Cause they be thinkin they really be on the mind
Though they rockin a nice watch, clearly got the wrong time

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Look at ya man washed up
Lookin like he needs to wash up
Fell off now he just watch us
Was playin ball, something happened to the weight
Tried the dope boy shit, but I guess the same applied
Had a short fall from grace, how the fucks you a critic?!
Damn near 35, how the fucks you in a civic?!
Rimmed up, tryna stunt, lookin ridiculous
And he be dead sober, with them drunk lookin bitches
Frail ass nigga, life movin' slow, snail ass nigga
In the club before 12 ass nigga
And the nigga used to knock me, now his shit is just sloppy
Catch him in some jeans shorts, Issey Miyake
Smoked out son, you ain't get the memo?
Still believing your own hype, still making demo's
No grind, which lead to a short prime
But homie ain't got a watch, how he gon' know the time?

[Chorus]

[Bridge: x2]
Time flies by when you livin the life
Leave the rest of the world behind

Realestate Lyrics – Joe Budden

Yea... Joey...
It's that on top muzik!
Yea, wait a minute!

[Verse 1:]
Yo, I left the jumpsuit on a park bench
Slept there, smellin like the park stench
Freezin, covered with a dark trench
That room, more like the Kryptonite to my Clark Kent
Tired of all the IQ tests, and all the arguments
Nurses light the candles with the calm scents
I ain't been calm since, they actin like I ain't got any common sense
Too much time spent for a godsend
So I left on my own reconnaissance, handful of Klonopins
Lookin for a car jack vict', preferably dark tints
Seems you got to eat to get even and my odds slim
They say I'm a animal, cannibal, hannibal
Lookin at my past I see how that's understandable
So you god damn right I'm unmanageable
Everything I'm lookin at is a fuckin intangible
Got me thinking that I'm really a skits
Maybe that room didn't really exist, cause I left, but...

[Hook:]
These walls still closing, and the room starts spinnin
And the ceiling starts falling and the devil starts grinnin
The floor starts droppin and my eyes get heavy
Then ears start bleeding from the lies niggas fed me
Then the door slams shut and my legs try to run
But my feet won't move then my body gets numb
And I ain't on pills, I can't explain how I feel
Will somebody tell me this ain't real?!
Realestate

[Verse 2:]
My reality is reality
They reality is all perception
In my reality that's an infection
My reality don't want no part of that detection
So I pick it up and move it to another section
They reality you would think is full of perfection
Correction, they reality is all deception
In reality only few will make that connection
But if you like me you know not to take that direction
If reality is dead, I'm the resurrection
Nominate myself so let's skip over the election
They'll say I'm the wrong selection
Don't meet they expectance
But I ain't lookin for motherfuckin acceptance
Fuck y'all expect shit, the mud on ya white glove
Reality is full of rules, I'm full of objections
They reality is a big misconception
So I left just to lose my recollection! But still...
Realestate

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Yo, they say money makes the world go 'round
But it really doesn't
Did I think I was in a room, when I really wasn't?
I thought I was on the move, wasn't really budging
But you ain't never wore my shoes, who you really judging
Some people are so judgmental, I'll allow that
You can judge anything but my mental
He don't know what I been thru
From results of the pencil, cuts from being resentful
Don't cover much of the stencil
When I couldn't walk, they ain't have a crutch to lend dude
So I say what I feel, fuck if I offend you!
Some fail, maybe some of succeeded
Some need to be wanted, some wanna be needed
I scream and yell; They don't hear my call
And it seems much as I fell, don't know where I fall
Not at all, I'm just actin out fate
But ain't much change since I escaped... All I know is!

[Hook]

The Hard Part Lyrics – Joe Budden

[Intro]
See god built everyone differently ya mean ?
Everybody ain't got the same make up, we ain't all good to like
Only thing is when you put in that spot
You gotta ask yourself, when is enough

I'm gettin ready for the hard part
this is the first time me and you have been this far apart
Not the first time that you packed
But the first time that you left
First time I just stood and watched
More like stood there shocked look at what I've done
The first time that I can conceded and pride won
That was our first time in court together
But not really cuz I wasn't allowed to even look your way
remember ? That's that paper work you filed right ?
Cant communicate wit the woman bearer my child right
We both lost it shit was a wild night
unfortunately we ain't go down without a fight
Always said I wouldn't know what to do without you
Loved what I knew about you not was new about you
You stepped back and know the shit got realer
Cuz ya'll was closer then most but still ain't lookin familiar

[Hook]
I'm doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If I cant do nothing else I'll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing I'm feeling on shorties thighs
And since I'm the one that ya'll wanna try just know I'm ready to ride
Ugh...
I'm on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god's watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
I'm just getting ready for the hard part

I'm getting ready for the hard part
but fuck it this is what we all wanted
So I figure fuck it I could use another crack at
So what I ran from for 8 years I'm right back at
Fucking with a major..
Now I got my group with me good cuz the scrunity usally has me actin stupidly
And even though they all think that I'm a weirdo
When I look to my left or my right they right there though
They was nieve when they said that we was all through
All walk the same path feel like we the lords group
The industry don't know the type of damage we gonna cause you
The same ones you called flukes is lookin like war troops
At the point where even legends give respect
Went from outside of the game to gettin lead in by the best
Cuz yeah wont stop till our title they cant argue
Know we closer then most still I gotta thank marshall

[Hook]
I'm doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If I cant do nothing else I'll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing I'm feeling on shorties thighs
And since I'm the one that ya'll wanna try just know I'm ready to ride
Ugh...
I'm on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god's watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
I'm just getting ready for the hard part

I'm getting closer to family closer to my regime
Closer to gwap elly I mean closer to my dreams
I was closer to the block was closer to them phiens
So nah I ain't from the streets but we closer then we seem
Closer to comfort closer to wealth
But not closer then you can afford you gotta know yourself
I mean closer to a lead so its murder in the booth
Say they closer to real but that's further from the truth
But I'm closer then the people that's wishing for my demise
Fuck me ? Worry bout' that sickness you got inside
Figure I'm just a reflection of your miserable life
And since you less fortunette you want a picture and a prize why ?
Stayed to myself and get closer to rap
Cuz getting closer to you would be getting closer to that
And since that's a little ways I'm coming closer to forwishing
I just kick my feet back and got a shoufer for the distance

[Hook]
I'm doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If I cant do nothing else I'll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing I'm feeling on shorties thighs
And since I'm the one that ya'll wanna try just know I'm ready to ride
Ugh...
I'm on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god's watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
I'm just getting ready for the hard part

When It All Implodes Lyrics – Joe Budden

[Verse 1]
They say the World’s coming to an end, homie I don’t care
Bullet proof in my closet that I don’t wear
Niggas talk behind my back as if I won’t hear
Back against the ropes like I won’t dare
Bitch I don’t tear
I know too many niggas facin’ 25 to life
I know too many ain’t make to 25 in life
Too many look up to me, I’m who they idolise
No soap opera I ain't your guiding light
Worry bout my car and the kit, wattup Michael Knight
I bared my all, you would think I’m bout to die tonight
I’m tryna not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan
It mean I’m tryna not to get fucked, wattup!

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes

(I don’t have to tel you thinks are bad)
(Everybody knows things are bad. it’s a depression)

I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

[Verse 2]
They say the World’s coming to an end
I find it funny cause mine is just beginning
Mind is full of women, mines like a rollarcoaster
But I slow up the ride
Then they feel sick to they stomach
But all they could throw up is pride
You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore
Fuck a dollar if you morally poor
R R R all of your gonna see is royalty ?
Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty
It’s too many fake niggas not enough real
There's too many emcee’s, not enough deals
Too many broke, when there's too many bills
Too many ways to attain wealth, fuck the poor economy
Blame yourself
Guess we can’t all leave the hood just rapping
And say society is twisted like it just happened
Nigga, I call bogusness so if you fucked up
Probably cause you just noticed it

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

[Verse 3]
They say the World’s coming to an end
Now everybody got a complaint
Everybody tryna live like they some kind of saint
Only nigga not tryna be something I ain't
That ain't the picture I paint
And if I did it’d be ?
Life’s a bitch, I’m fully ready to meet her
I’ll be in my best fit, I’ma have the fresh caesar
Since I’m eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater
Have a fully loaded forty pointed at her when I meet her
? gunpoint, bitch don’t tempt me
Force her eyes open, looking vacant, empty
No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy
I’ve picked the wrong nigga couldn't make it against me
Fuck ya healthcare, health scare
Even though I’m well aware
Counting down til I pull the trigger, like hell yeah
I be the last time you impose
Legs crossed with my cig lit
Now watch it all implode!

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

Down Fall Lyrics – Joe Budden

[Verse 1]
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now
I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now
Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude
can't you'll see I'm busy trying to balance out my chemical
finishing up, what you ain't even begin to do
when your backs against the ropes it's either him or you
ya'll ain't so important that my words are meant for you
when did everybody become so sensual
caught up in the he say, she say
blog sites, him and her, broke up
World star, Nah right
dumb fans, they believe, everything that y'all write
found out, friends fake, couldn't even facade right
pressures on, wont fail
nigga got too much to prove
would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose
say what you want about Joe but I stood my ground
bitch, I get it up myself you just put it down
they say I put my whole on display, to my dismay
stop it, you carry-in on without logic
let me tell you this about Joe
I only say you what I want you to hear
you only see what I want to show
crushing up the percepts
chasing the high, sadly
I couldn't make this shit up if I tried
the forecast shows a downpour
y'all just made God cry, praying for my downfall

This the shit I'm talking bout right here, let me tell you niggas something
You can be anything in this World that you want, except for my downfall.
Check this

[Verse 2]
I'm a victim of society
circumstance or just feelings
was a nigga victimized or just willing
no blinds, no bags, just dealing
no foundation or floor plan, just building
check it, nights bright but the day's dark
covered in tattoo's, but hate art
these egg shell's I walk on are razor sharp
staring at the finish line, looking for a way to start
I've been called everything, an extremist
is that a bad thing or what they really mean is
anything a nigga do, a nigga mean it
and I won't let a person place a thing come between it
an opportunist is how they paint me
but if the nigga only knock once can you blame me
still I feel like my problems are great
shit if I don't ever solve em I'm straight
on the bright side, God chose me to put a lot on my plate
so I figured I wouldn't be bothered by the weight
I'm trying to change the pattern but it's on loop
even an outcast in my own group
what's it mean when everybody standing next to you
expects of you everything that comes with a spectacle
if everywhere I go I just leave behind residue
tell me, trust me, I won't think nothing less of you

[Chorus]
I'm sorry I ain't around more
come up with me or stay on the ground floor
I don't need shelter from the downpour
Y'all could be whatever you want, just not my downfall
they tryna make me slow, tryna take me, NO!
can't be my downfall
they tryna knock my grind
I won't stop, I'm fine
Can't be my downfall

[Verse 3]
No moment of clarity
the next fight showing is a rarity
severity of me against my growing popularity
rappers won't rap, I'm forced to believe they scared of me
but can no longer use the escape goat they not aware of me
so y'all can go and throw your little pot shots
some dudes dissed me and temporarily got hot
I'm getting my head right recollected
Y'all looking for some website resurrection
being that I got too much to lose
or maybe a slight chance that a nigga guilty
of all that I'm accused
no longer amused
affected my loved ones, now
they starting to bruise
and I don't want no parts of that abuse
wouldn't wish it upon my worst foe a day in my shoes
that'll just eliminate any excuse
and why entertain em
old me would' a lost my sense's
y'all just helping the new me regain em
been punched in the face,
it was either feed my family
or hunt with a .38
and I ain't want brunch to wait
I've outgrown hip hop
turned into a day care
so next time so shit is on my mind, it'll stay there
I'm staring at the man in the mirror
but it ain't helping see the man any clearer
so I get MIA from around y'all
till God stops answering these prayers for my downfall

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
Tell me what am I to do
if I ain't have a soul a nigga always had you
pardon Dude, but I gotta speak candidly
How the FUCK!!! could you abandon me
with 5 years of blood sweat and tears
but there was obviously a disconnect
we turned that into a disrespect
said she been holding it inside for years, she's unhappy
so the girl I wanna marry was afraid to come and tap me
so I went away on tour
and you went on one of your own
and while you was on the horn all day, with old boy
did you ever think about what it would do to your home
what's his name, where's he live
what is it he offers? what's he got to give?
and I love you so much that when I caught onto your fibs
I hit you like a man, you wore it in your ribs
I was heated, but had to be strong enough to remove the infidelity
and see what's underneath it
come to find out you felt lied to and cheated
mistreated and kept it a big secret
or are you just loose
and I'm so naive I'm tryna give you an excuse
now that I refuse to believe
we life partners, holy water on whatever devil comes and try to part us
can't use anything I ever gave you to bury me
you supposed to be the one that bury me
you want to leave than goodbye
think the grass look greener on the other side
but it's dye

[Chorus]

Spring Training Lyrics – Joe Budden

We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing
Nah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesizing
Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley
Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCK
Ain't nothing you can say that might offend me
Not when only reason shorty's in the ride is to ? me
When you do a little better they begin to hate ya
So I keep animals with me, it's just in my nature
If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya
You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators
But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it
Me, I been to hell and back the shit is over rated
But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me
He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys
You want a crash course? Know the damages
I promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke Canibus
From best to worst, from legend to barely here
Since they repo'd your prime this shit ain't really fair
Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight
Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8
In '012 why rep that hard?
And who the fuck dug him up from Wyclef's backyard?
But off him, not a part of you is trife
And you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knife
No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan
Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans
I ain't even got to stab you, far from a threat
I don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you
Come to rapper shit, you real bad at matching wits
I'm better with a badder bitch, how I'm not the catalyst?
When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit
I fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss it
But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly
Call this a rivalry when your idle's me
How you throw a shot at everything you try to be?
Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me
Now tell me that's your strategy son
The clip's extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn
Sayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me?
As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies
And if you decide to cross Joe, I'll be waiting with a crossbow
And feed his torso to my baby cane corso
Shit has gone far enough, it's time to finish this
Should stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitless
Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed
Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy
I don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke
You think the fans are buying music, I'm selling hope
Here's some insight homie, fuck making a friend
My funeral gonna be by invite-only
By chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling dope
I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope
Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope
A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's low
Bottle service, maybe a couple whores
High ceilings, flat screens and double doors
I'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipper
Just a Jers nigga tryin'a have a couple words with her
Strollin' through the hood till she seem outta place
Used to niggas blowing her up that'll cling to her waist
Me, I've never been a nigga that a fiend had to chase
Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face
So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash
A one time only event, won't get a recap
Aim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your crib
When you get home, your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAP
So y'all can put all the blaming on me
But keep in mind this is training for me

"Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst" (2010)

Intro (Pray For Them) Lyrics – Joe Budden

Pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Pray for me, somebody just pray for me
Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Now if it goes to the wire
I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over the coals through the fire
I thought the toll would be lighter
Make sure that blunt is rolled a little tighter
I tell 'em I'm just looking for some piece of mind
But they say I'm only working with a piece of mine
If I'm a do it it be on my own accord, no crutch
Swear to god I've never called upon the lord so much
Play the corner of the club, laughing at the wanna-bes
It's ironic cause they everything I wanna be
Would light a ton of reef
But that's gon' unleash
Everything I'm trying to hide underneath
Then I'd lose all I've earned
And if there's two things that I've learned
Is I'm the only thing at stake
And when you the only thing real
Really you the only thing fake
It must be time to escape from that
And fuck rhymes, might be time to escape from rap
Why should I be the only nigga to escape from the act?
So I lie since everybody just escapes from facts
Yo that sucka shit niggas be on I can't dig it
Joe – won't lose even if you plan to rig it
Yeah, nothing to prove, with no fear of how I'm depicted
I'm here, won't move, I don't care to be evicted
You don't like how I move?
Well I ain't gonna keep still
Any nigga want me killed
Wanna leave me in the streets peeled
Well if it happens it happens, I believe in free will
Just know that ain't how we built
I'll call niggas that'll dead you for a cheap thrill
When the clips empty, they gonna try to refill
And I'm a be the dude to try and stop 'em like, "please chill."
Y'all know all I'm about
They keep putting up roadblocks
I keep finding alternate routes
Now success seems likely everybody wanna try me
I'm all for it, can't trip me up
I won't fall for it
I'm just a man without a care
Neighbor to heartache, roommate with despair
Reminded my past is darker
Cause when A.M. died I was staring at Travis Barker
Wishing it was something I could say to make him cheer up
And so I prayed – he teared up
I ain't wanna see him go through that
The same shit that I feel, never showed you that
Cause it's none of nobody's business
And it just makes you look weaker
Every joke is just smoke
Look deeper, nevermind, don't bother
Some of y'all smarter
Enough ain't got sense that if you try harder
You'll get a glimpse of everything that I harbor
We all ain't got the strength to be a martyr
So to everyone who ever loved me:
I apologize and I'm sorry
Wholeheartedly, can't change it's just part of me
Not music, shit's art to me
Too fucked up to drive, here's the car keys
I don't care where we go, get it far from me
Choices I don't wanna make
I know I have to
Worlds going faster
So my ride or die chose the latter
I'm looking for a rush out of habit
Truth is, there is such thing as too much for a addict
Ain't the nigga I'm belittled as, riddle that, nigga come from middle class
If you speak to me, show a little class
Dropped out of school, a nigga couldn't sit through class
Learned to fall asleep through the sound of a pistol's blast
I come from where dad taught mom to get high
She's strong so we still got by
When I picked up the drug why the fuck was they surprised?
If it wasn't for your genes I wouldn't lust the supply
I come from a whole hood, telling me that I'm next
Handed me a mag, must've known that I was Complex
They say that you a wild individual
You just not getting my style, you too typical
Now everybody got a word for me
Shit y'all deem important ain't pertinent to me
Put your opinion with a feather, balance that
Grab medicine, when the success and the talent match
Now pray for them, somebody please pray for them
Pray for them, need y’all to pray for them
Pray for them, somebody pray for them
Somebody pray for them, need y’all to pray for them
Pray for them, pray for them, somebody pray for them

Aftermath Lyrics – Joe Budden

[Sample: Rocky]
You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here
I'd hold you up and say to your mother
This kids gonna be the best kid in the World
This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew
And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great
Just watching everyday was like a privilage
Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World
And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you!

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall
But even my writers block ends in a fire wall
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran shit why it won't show up in they track records
How can the critics ever hear me and say I'm a suffer
How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other
Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time
Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind
Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme
Be competitive coke heads and go line for line
Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off
With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store
Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny
If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be
Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover
This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers
Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her
See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to fuck her
No pencil thin bitches, me that ain't the style he dates
Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face
Introduce the newcomers to my habitat
The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath

[Sample: Rocky]
Let me tell you something, here right now
The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows
It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are
It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it
You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life
But it ain't about how hard you hit
It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one
But you'll ultimately end up in the same place
So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater"
I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper
But better living should be earned, never fed or giving
So I traded my recognition instead for a vision
They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison
Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping
At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone
Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans
I always managed to do better when his doubts shown
I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones
Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor
They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler
Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters
But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers
I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto
Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow
My niggas off parole I'm tryna give them something pure to follow
Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle
I come from where so many people where raised with neglect
Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest
All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test
Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct

[Sample: Rocky]
Now if you know what you're worth, go out and get what you're worth
But you gotta be willing to take the hit
Not pointing fingers saying you're not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody
Cowards do that and that ain't you
You better than that

Role Reversal Lyrics – Joe Budden

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, Joey!
Talk to 'em!
(Check this shit)
Hopin my true motherfuckers know, realest shit I ever wrote
It's (it's), it's (it's), it's that On Top Music!

[Verse 1]
Check this, I be at the mall
Walk up in the store, glance up at the wall
Pick out a few kicks
Uh, I need 11's in these, matter of fact while you at it, bring 'em in a size 6
Uh, I take shorty's shoes off, like here try on these J's, make sure them shits fit
Uh, but in my head it gets thick, sayin "Joey fall back, 'cause that's not your kid" (OH!)
I don't know you little nigga (little nigga) and plus I got a son of my own
Yeah, but he's at home and the way he's bein raised, I don't really condone
Nah, 'cause his pops been gone
Fuck it, I'll explain it to him later when he grown
Old enough to have a phone
Askin why mommy hate me and he got to sneak to call me when ever he's alone
So, you wouldn't know it but I got a soft spot for you
See, we would share the same obstacles
Lookin from the outside may seem like you neglect him
But when he slips up and calls me "dad", I correct him
I protect him
When baby girl start ventin about you, I say "respect him"
And though it seems out of order
My own mistakes have turned me into your biggest supporter
Fast forward, you wouldn't believe
How I could love like mine what I didn't conceive
Tryin to help him reach shit that I never achieved
Am I doin it for him or is it my own greed?
'Cause see, me and my baby moms, we don't do the conversations
So I'm cramped in the back
Two bedroom shack with seven people livin there, just congregatin
So when your child's with me, I'm over compensatin
I'm talkin eight bedrooms, seven baths
My son thinkin, that's the shit that only heaven has
Mines gotta keep it cool, yours get to see the view
White marble around the inground, heated pool
Mines got to go to the Y
Shit, yours just got to walk outside
And the funny shit (what?), the irony of it all and it's just sad
Is you walked away, yet I'm the step dad
Uh, and then you get on Skype (on Skype), sayin "how you bein, what's the word?"
And I be in the background listenin like "this motherfucker here got some nerve"
He says "bye daddy, I love you"
I be wantin to snuff you but wouldn't have him thinkin less of you
But he's perceptive (perceptive) and the shit's wild (wild)
He picks up on everything and he's just a child
So through all my resistance
I'm afraid this two year old can already see the difference (like what?)
He sees you don't provide when you capable
Why we never fix things, while we're still able to?
So you're annoyed, kind of hampers me
Get my void, I always wanted a family (why?)
Just to greet when I get through the door
You gonna have to take the L, I can't give you yours (OH!)
I'll do all the work, you ain't gotta be bothered
You can be his dad, I'll be his father
I relate though, so I know it hurts
Got to be uncomfortable when the roles reversed

I've been in your shoes my whole life nigga
Try these on
I relate though, so I know it hurts
Got to be uncomfortable when the roles reversed (OH!)

[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh (talk to 'em)
Ya mean?
(I've been there)
Shit can't feel good
(You wanna see how it feel?)

[Sample from "Give Me More" by Keyshia Cole]
Give me more
Give it to me everyday
I need you in every way
Oooh, what you do

Come Along Lyrics – Joe Budden

Come along, co-co-come, come along
But I don't trust niggas so make sure you come alone
I hand picked you you think sensibly
They friends with you don't need them to be friends with me
Come along I'm gonna take you to some spots that you might like
But bring shades you gonna need them for the bright lights
Grab a drink and invite dykes that like Vic's
We always end up fighting cause that's my vice
Come along, co-co-come, come along
And you'll see how it feels when you're sitting on the throne
When you're so much better but they act like it ain't known
So if somebody else is on it's a temporarily loan
Hard to compete when there ain't no competition
If everybody's the best why I feel like the comp missing
Forced to find inspiration when I never had to
So I go against myself it's a better battle
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Turn up the volume on a favorite song
We got so much in common
Except when it comes to rhyming
She feel like lyrics are so intrusive
I feel about her the way she feels about music
Shes cute
She don't like the words, she just like the beat
And I'm thinking me too BIOTCH

(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
(Let It Breathe)

Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
And watch these niggas that's doing it all wrong
Throwback swag, nigga still doing rims
Still doing throwbacks, you still doin Timbs?
Looking for a way to save, you ain't earning no cake
Move back in with moms she won't turn you away
Then you all on the blogs showing off on CL
When it's followed by a K gotta know it's a mistake
Benefit of the doubt homie, if that ain't your daughters car
I suggest you stop rapping about a automar
Cause in return I'm just going to call a fraud
Every time I hear a bar about the balla you are
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
She gonna prolly drop her draws if she step into my home
She probably going to be on cock
It's Big enough to get lost in without Jack or John Locke
On the water like an island thinking' she on the dock
So she puttin in work so I'm thinking she on the clock
Slow down baby what you trying to prove?
When you live like me it's funny what one night can do

(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
(Let It Breathe)

Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Is you niggas out your mind?
Is it hard to recognize when you out your prime?
Maybe they can't imagine living life without that shine
Walk around Hollywood like you're so in demand
But when label stop acting nigga so do the fans
Nigga you ain't a superstar, no allure bout you
And when you talk about me, it says more about you
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Wonder why I ain't around niggas changing tone that's the way it looks
But they really think whatever they say behind my back will manage to stay put
We know the same people, go the same places
From the same hood, can only be so evasive
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
When you're from where I'm from you're going to prolly meet the chrome
It ain't just me, it's like that where we all from
Thought some of them niggas just do it out of boredom
Some just preppin for the day they see a war come
Hanging in the wrong place if you never saw one
Come Along, co-co-come, Come Along
I don't know who you done dealt with in the past
Better be self sufficient ma you don't get a pass
Cause your thighs are thick and you got a little ass
You lookin for a suga daddy then go for it
Twenty something years old with nothing to show for it
Talkin' bout she was raised different
Well get your own pockets bitch so was I
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
I don't call them verses, they similar to poems
Similar to scriptures
Similar to pictures
You can stick to rap what we doing is much bigger

(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
(Let It Breathe)

Sober Up Lyrics – Joe Budden (feat. Crooked I)

[Joe Budden - Verse 1:]
I broke down a while ago
finally picking up the pieces
Memoirs of how the undefeated
Can feel depleted
I dont talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with
At times I hate my reflection and others I’m conceited
half the time I’m arrogant other times I’m vengeful
at times it’s to convince me, at times it’s to convince you
done a lot of wrong but I aint never felt resentful
its been so many times I’ve lost track of who to repent to
half the time I’m in the cut
dont want you to notice me
roll with me and you’ll see that I’m only awkward socially
half the time I’m spiteful, double barrell rifle
I owe so many payback I feel like I got the right too
so if you need a case in point you can refer to Budden
and it will prove that painkillers never murdered nothing
all it did was make me succumb put ice in me
put ice in me, make me numb
when I revisit the places it takes me from
I’m strong...

[Chorus:]
Strong enough to catch contact right
smell it as soon as you get in my ride
see with me, rules never apply
dont tell me how I should live my life
put your seat back, got it if you need that
you should really fuck with me
tell me if you wanna ride or die, la la la la la la la la

[Joe Budden - Verse 2:]
Listen up as the center reports
my inner thoughts are like a inner war
headaches act as a trembling force on my mental ward
mentals distraught
every word fromt his sentence the boss
it’s brought to you like the people your ministers Porsche
tight roping on dental floss
before the haters begin to get lost
coke and weed got my temperment off
but why would my temper get lost
when as soon as the temperature frost
I’m probably having intercourse in a resort
criminal report, pricey condo’s at a minimal cost
my train of thought aint as simple as yours
so if our paths happen to incidentally cross
I pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws
until then lets let the bass kick
take the shots straight I dont see a need to chase it
trying to fight the urge til there’s something to replace it
I welcome ya’ll to be my co-pilots on this spaceship

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden - Verse 3:]
Yo, me and the game would get so blunted
we’d order take out from the chinese stores
they make sure you bring change for a hundred
rob em, safety on the metal’s off
figured if we beat the breaks off em
then how the fuck was he gon pedal off
some live and die by the high, I was born by it
since Pac gave my mom the needle like go on try it
got me feeling like aint a nigga can harm me
so I go and scoop a mommy that wanna come join the army
she was so militant, disciplined, intelligent
so I whispered to her, bet you wouldnt mind shilling it
I got to know her on my sofa
I gave her my honourable discharge and she took like a soldier
since she the type you gotta watch when she come around
really she only get high so she can come down
lost her when I said she aint gotta settle
once you start to handle life you’ll be on the same level

[Chorus]

[Crooked I - Verse 4:]
When I was five this what my father said
I should have pulled you out and left you on your momma’s waterbed
you asked me, my poppa’s dead
alcoholic jeans from him since a toddler bottle fed
put me on your stainless, I’m brainless, I’m a hollow head
my life was the crazyiest
surprised I’m even walking, can you blame me if I’m atheist
but I aint Stephen Hawkings
I know God is in my radius
I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher’s talking
my people sleep in coffins I miss em I’m breaking down in the face of a bad bitch that I’m supposed to be taking down
baby ride while I’m crying, I’m dying inside
cause my pain is beside a giant lethiathon and I’m hiding from the World
they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
how ironic? same place I vomit when I lick a drink
apparently I need to get a shrink
how can therapy take care of me when I don’t give a fuck what niggas think!

[Chorus]

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