Intro lyrics - Joe Budden
(From "A Loose Quarter" Mixtape)
Finally got me along
Waited all this time
Stood my place in line and now it's here, I'm finally home
Clock was moving slow
Had some room to glow
Life is short, it's time I let these motherfuckers know
Wuddup everyone up in here?
Some of ya'll know I never left, I been here
Text baby girl I'll be back, got some unfinished business to attend to
Gotta go sell out these fake niggas
Got niggas, just food on the menu
God, ya'll don't know what I been through
But it's funny watching of ya'll pretend to
Finally got me along
Waited all this time
Stood my place in line and now it's here, I'm finally home
Clock was moving slow
Had some room to glow
Life is short, it's time I let these motherfuckers know
(Finally got home)
(Time I let these motherfuckers know)
Words Of A Chameleon lyrics - Joe Budden
Check it, I'm the voice of every dead nigga's secrets
That's why the fucktards want me dead before I can speak it
Yall call it crazy, I'm the heartbeat of every aborted baby
High off every line snorted in the 80s
Let it breathe, no wonder why his thoughts ratchet
See the world through the shades that Stacks wore in his casket
I steal his body from the graveyard on foot, ain't no looking back
Bring him on tour with me and when it's over put him back
If you couldn't tell, the behavior says if a nigga send me to hell it's a favor
I never felt that was major, God forgive me or don't, maybe He'll help later
Until I'll share pop's nightmares [?] elevator
Which taught me not to doubt a coward for a thing
Yin-yang theory, shit Juwan Howard got a ring
All it takes is the smallest nigga in your camp to get eternal
Half a match book will transform to an inferno
And jail's so grotesque
That cause of my past, I can't bask in my success
Peep how my brain masturbates, I mean, I wake up
Walk on my deck and stare at a beautiful yard that just reminds of the yard
I unlock a cell, a buried man, wrongly accused
Bet it all, the judges to put him there, won't be amused
This ain't Joe yall, more like the mind of every rape victim
Who can't retrace the face of the nigga that had his way with em
When my heart stops it crops
Every 9-1-1 call that took too long
But don't look at it wrong
Cause the irony of my group's name is though he seem the luckiest
Where we lay our heads seems to be where it's bloodiest
To say we're rebels would imply we're against
That's a lie nigga, we just convinced
So in case the puppet-masters didn't know Joe
They tried making us the guinea pigs
We just killed it and kept it as a logo
What Y'all Want lyrics - Joe Budden
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I can see what they mad for, shit I would be mad too
They wouldn't acknowledge me, shit my name was taboo
Could fuck who I want now, should be my next tattoo
Passed up on your bitch, she'll settle and have you
You live in a basement, me, I'm in a castle
And since I'm a drop-out, that's my cap and tassel
Closest thing to a rockstar, my friends call me Axl
To keep it a hundred I think the credit is past due
(What y'all want)
I mean, shit's to be expected by now
When the top-tier MCs dodge, it don't annoy me
If they hearing it like I am, it ain't a shock they avoid me
(What y'all want)
Personally, I think you niggas is beat
He done battled a million times, he got yet to be beat
Signed to an M&M but it's these other niggas that's sweet
[Hook]
(What y'all want)
Top down and adopted the crown and
I walk out fresh kicks and all this hatred on me
And I won't give it back, so yall gonna have to take it from me
(What y'all want)
Shoulda got this dough by now
Or should I be that nigga, I could show you how
Been a few years, figured yall would know by now
[Verse 2]
I see why they call him lame though, I would call him lame too
They wanted me out of here, but since then my fame grew
Used to be on house arrest, bracelet on my ankle
Couple million later and they shocked that I'm the same dude
Quick big up to Wu Tang, deaded all that Meth stuff
Youngin's go and look for beef, adults don't let it fester
Some of yall still judge though, still believe in Esther
Yall gonna let that ho stop yall from hearing what the best does?
Some of yall don't know no better so yall just neglect
So they'd rather compare my current girlfriend to my ex
They say I'll loose my mind if Kaylin leaves me, I digress
I think my track record should show what yall would think about my next
Counting my money like it's gonna make you some
On my dick like it's gonna make you come, bum niggas
See it from my perspective, here's a little word for you
You make enough bread, it eventually goes to work for you
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I see why they think I’m old though, I would think im old too
Reinvented mad times, I keep making old new
Now a nigga worldwide, back then I was local
And every dude yall said was better than me then is old news
Modern day present fans are fickle it's depressing
1 single, 1 album yall gone say he with the legends
The veterans be pissed when we pay mind to they selections
And the newbies get gassed every time they Jay elect them
It’s niggas with more money and less respect
To me that tomfoolery's dead, bottom line real niggas
Know what’s more important and dollars ain’t in attendance
When that eulogy said, so let’s get it clear first before
You compare them to me
Wait a couple years, make sure they don’t disappear first
It’ll save us some confusion
Everything ain’t a classic and everybody ain’t dope some of that is an illusion
The funny thing about a label push, you never know
Shit could go either way, go ahead and run along side it
End up on the wrong side of it
When your life change it could be only weeks away
I'm a result of the fans and debt in the middle man
With that logic I don’t got to rely on a good day
Did great on a label
Did greater on my own, so pick the MC of the moment and ponder could they?
[Hook]
Cut From A Different Cloth lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Ab-Soul)
[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Look at me king
Look at me king
Soul
Kaylin on the couch sleeping
She wake up she gonna be like damnnnn
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Come and spar with a titan
If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning
What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing
Flow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent
I beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence
Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit
You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is
Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now
When? Before the apocalypse
Wow, how do you come up with this?
If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this
Who could fuck with it?
I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh
They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs
Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count
My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut
Soul and Budden, no discussion
Joe, you know it's nothing
Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1
[Hook]
I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them
I just do what I do, they just do what they can
They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand
Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls
Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Yall can hold the applause
I just did what these other niggas was scared to do
Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?
Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few
Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle
Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical
Excluding under conclusion
That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you
I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me
Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology
I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it
Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it
How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?
Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did
Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATS
Ya'll probably missed my track record
Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records
I just been waiting till that sentiment passed
Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft
I'm letting Benjamins stack
Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent
I'm the only time you'll see a madman devoid of emotion
Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in
Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience
So hats off, y'all fit for this
But y'all the type we laugh at
I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours
Something tells me he won't snap back
All I ever been was a outcast
This time in the moment, I moved past that
But the burner name is Jackson
And your alias is Baghdad
It's not a game, try to execute
2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot
If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck
Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it up
[Hook]
Through My Eyes lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Tsu-Surf)
[Verse 1: Tsu-Surf]
What if I told you grandma raised me, she was blind and all
I was trapping, lil rapping, schools, nine and all
Been to hell and back, couple ditches, all kinda falls
Fiending for them pills, I tried to triple that in Tylenols
Who's to question bout my hustle and the way I'm eating?
Got a family, no job, I wake up late for meetings
Early morning, all momma's dishes got the razor treatment
Gotta feed the team, God I can't afford to pay the deacons
Man I believe in a lot of things
But I really heard them choppers scream
Daddy a man, he ain't invest, I went and copped the thing
Sinning since a gremlin, did some shit to make the doctor scream
Speaking of my daddy, that's another story
I really like to call that my mother's story
I was ripping and cripping, chilling it wasn't for me
And I'd be lying if I say he ain't do nothing for me
Apologize if I'm talking bout me
But my fans say they want hear me talk about street
I could finish it by eight, I'd hit that block bout nine
Purp and cubicles at work, we leave that office by three
Shit, shit I got a whole beat to go
Long story short we trying to see the dough
Ain't mentioned my daughter yet, you should meet her Joe
Just cause you get a shot don't mean you make this shit, it's free to throw
Kinda smart, won't say I wouldn't have been nothing
But it's something bout the streets that make a nigga keep jumping
When they call, just cause I leave won't mean I make it back
My daughter three, I mean she's smart but try explaining that
[Hook: Tsu-Surf]
(I see it my way)
(And it ain't gonna change)
I mean is sinning really sinning when the end justify the means?
(And you would know why)
Am I wrong for wanting for me and my team?
(If you look through my eyes)
(I see it my way)
Cops ain't really doing shit
(And it ain't gonna change)
They just wearing the uniforms and shit
(And you would know why)
Couple niggas dying every day
(If you look through my eyes)
I mean what else could you say?
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
So many things about this industry is misleading
Filled with so many feminine ways you would think it's a miss leaking
From all of my time in the streets I never got dissed for no reason
Know I'm in Slaughterhouse now, back then I wanted them pigs bleedin
I'm who the kids see, but I ain't a role model
Before I found the genie, he was hiding in a coke bottle
And since you talk about your dad you ain't discover
When you sign you'll probly find that most these rappers is your brothers
Who raised these niggas?
Higher learning, school daze these niggas
Since I can't let a few raise these niggas
It's one and the same, still got every cal I bought
Child support to running in labels
Begging them for now support the shit just as foul as I thought
From stepping out with weapons out, loved ones in heaven now
Persevered through Def Jam, you lead your through Kevin Liles
Got blackballed, bounced back ya'll, now me and Royce be on 7 Mile
Hunger of a draft pick even though I'm a legend now
And so I'm blind like Stevie
To the joy my son get when he see me on TV, but ya'll think it's easy
I can barely walk in public if you was in my position, Surf
Home and away games are played the same just on different turfs
Nobody loyal, I'm a loner, I don't have a clique
To top it off, rap money come slower than Viagra dick
Feel like all my prayers hit my loved ones with an asterisk
Cause rapper shit had me out the country when my gram's was sick
No blog could ever let you know the half of it
Why the fuck niggas think I be on my passive shit?
So I can't decide who's the braver man
Cause you a slave to them streets and I'm a slave to these fans
[Hook: Joe Budden]
(I see it my way)
Ya know what I mean?
(And it ain't gonna change)
Niggas be wanting to switch places or trade places like shit is all good and all that
(And you would know why)
(If you look through my eyes)
All niggas see is the cars and the hoes
(I see it my way)
See em in the strip club, little bit of jewelry on and think everything gravy though
(And it ain't gonna change)
(And you would know why)
I almost punched one of these sucka niggas in the face last night
(If you look through my eyes)
[Outro: Joe Budden]
But the hood shit don't stop
Don't stop cause you ain't in it
They only think you take a nigga out the hood, you can't take the hood out a nigga
Ya'll don't feel me though
Young numb
Momma Said lyrics - Joe Budden
[Hook]
Here we are, all alone
Who gives a fuck about what they say
I'm sure I've heard much worse
People need to worry about them first
People need to learn to mind their business instead of mine
Here we are, all alone
Who gives a fuck about their dismay
But still I'm face to face
With the one person I can't replace
One person I can't just tell I'm doing fine
What up Ma
Been a while
Lot of catching up to do
Know you got a ear full
I'm listening
[Verse]
Momma said she loves me, said she cares
Said if I need her, she'll always be there
But even her saying that struck me as weird
Why did she feel those words I needed to hear?
Said she understands me, that was rare
Cause no one understands me, not even my peers
And these just thoughts I never bother to share
So as I write, my eyes start to tear
I ain't tell her I'm tired, but still trooping
Alone, but I find myself regrouping
Ain't say my brain now feel like a prison
Figured I'd shut the fuck up and listen
She continued, that was honorable
Said said I get more and more irresponsible
For normal folks, she said that's a challenge
Luckily I mask mine behind talent
She said "you are no longer yourself"
"I don't know what to expect of you"
Said I'm putting up with things I normally wouldn't
She don't know why it's acceptable
She said "people living in your house"
"Don't pay shit, not respectable"
I told her, they're folk I think highly of
She said "well they must think less of you"
"Must feel entitled, all you doing"
I said I'll fix it, she said no you won't
Then I got defensive, but still replied
I told her I need them, she said "no you don't"
Then she said, "when's the last time you spoke to your father?"
I said he's self-centered, why bother?
Cause he only really call about his needs
And I ain't got enough time to deal with his greed
Cause my days are darker
Cut from a long shank but the blade is sharper
I'm making my not-so-vague departure
Tell pop I'm his son, not his spades partner
Last time that we spoke
He wanted to use the crib, throw a party here
Which wasn't partly fair
My home need to feel like home
Even if I throw a party here
Then he catch an attitude
And I catch one right back at you
We adore each other, but ignore each other
Think this is how the fuck I wanna act with you?
Things just ain't the same
But he sure will call about a Yankee game
Like call C.C. and get back to me
What's ill is he say it so casually
I love him so much he can have all the perks
Hurts so much, I take all the Percs
Hurts so much but fuck it, it works
Hurts so much that I can't sleep
Mom say I need to sleep more
Then again, she ain't on this stress level
So many people rely on me
I'm trying to get us all to the next level
Wait, told her I took baby girl to the doctor
It was only for a check up though
And she gave me the face like
"Now would be time if there's anything I feel I need to let her know"
But, that's just mom again, just being a mom again
Looked down at the tat on my arm again
God please give me the strength, keep calm again
She asked me if Kaylin was pregnant
I looked at her like she was crazy
Cause that's my baby, what's wrong with a baby?
She said "nothing at all when you're not dating a baby"
"Beautiful girl, I like everything about her thus far"
"I just don't wanna see you fall"
"Just a tad bit young, so she got some growing up to do"
And I replied don't we all
Momma said "why can't you ever be alone"
I said what do you mean?
Went to correct her, she did it herself
She said "at least that's how it seems"
Pop ain't called, he's still mad
Still pissed, he's still angry
I'm still going, no plan of slowing
No way I'll ever let his immaturity taint me
Momma said that Tahiry called
That ain't shock me, they speak a lot
She's helpful.....
Off 2 The Races lyrics - Joe Budden
[Hook]
And we're off to the races, places
Ready, set the gate is down and now we're goin' in
To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin
Boy you're so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe
You are my one true love, you are my one true love
[Verse 1]
Let her know I’m here if she ever need me to be with her
As long as she know I can never be with her
She asks you why, I just need you to keep it G with her
Tell her I found the happiness that I could never see with her
3 years after that break up, should’ve had closure by now
We’d be best friends, you’d have let this end we’d be closer by now
What you want is upset, hostile, angry, evil, jealous, bitter shit
Fuck makin your bed and lying in it, you bought that house, live with it
I came to you for a second chance, you gave me your ass to kiss
Found another salad to toss, how the fuck is you mad at this?
Oh, I forgot, you not in love anymore
And I’d believe it, but see I’m not on drugs anymore
That’s based on action, words I stopped believing still I hear it though
Would you save them if you knew they became meaningless to me years ago?
But if happiness is the finish line, I beat you there
So karma must be real cause since we broke up he ain’t treat you fair
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Remember our break up? I rapped about it on Downfall
But you know I don’t stay down for long
Remember you met that other dude, he’s smarter and more mature
With more bread that you’d thought would be around for long
Remember you pulled the rug from under me, left me to be alone
I threatened suicide, bang, was crazy about you
But that stalker dude was still right to the point you waste that for this name
And when we speak now you still say I’m crazy without you, my
My, how the tables have turned
Or are they bending just a little, you resent it just a little
Cause dude that ruined your life made you doubt yours
It’s the reason that loneliness you gave me is now yours, check it
Your perspective I can’t even call it hatin
You mad at the situation, really it ain’t even Kaylin
We both sympathized, that pain is felt and shared
To watch a man that you helped better display it elsewhere
Watch a man you spent years with, grew with
Come across to someone that you want nothing to do with
To sleep in a bed with "what ifs?" instead of something special
How can you get over us? The public won’t even let you
I know to wake up with that fear is gross
Love me from far cause you scared to get close
But what are you fearing the most?
If happiness is the finish line I beat you there
I always thought that when you’d put the baggage down I’d meet you there
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Uh, let’s bring up the speed a lil bit
Now a nigga balling, you still tell me to grow some
Entertaining threesomes, you don’t think that it’s wholesome
Say that you can’t trust me, think I’m out here trashing you
Got a lot of answers to questions I don’t be asking you
I tried to be friends so I don’t see a problem passing through
You welcome a nigga to pain, it is me harassing you
You must be misconstruing my love and it’s gassing you
Causing you to wear our shit out, and think it's fashionable
I'm thinking you should put our history in back of you
That would call for you stepping outside of yourself and being rational
Come to friendship, you question me in that capacity
How would you ever know it’s not something you ever asked of me
And VH1 just gave us another episode
So maybe it’s smart that you can’t let this go
Cause love changes, a thug changes
And soul mates become strangers, word up
[Hook]
The Helmet (Interlude) lyrics - Joe Budden
Check this out baby um
I know things are moving kinda fast and um
I wanna slow down but uh
I just wish my partner realized I didn't bring any rubbles, you know
No no no, I'm not tryin to offend you
I mean you look clean and you smell good but uh
I just wanna know
Can I put the helmet in?
No no no, check it out, look I mean
You've been Tweeting me 3 times
I kinda thought that was a sign
We didn't mean for us
I mean it's just a helmet
We don't gotta go all the way there
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
(Baby will you let me?)
I mean I trust you and I know you trust me
(Let me put the helmet in)
(Tell me will you let me?)
I paid 2 tows to get here
(Let me put the helmet in)
(Baby will you let me?)
I can't go home like this
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Let me put the helmet in)
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Baby will you let me?)
It's just the tip I mean
(Baby will you let me?)
It's all first verse though
(Put the helmet)
And you gon get this work
No no no, you gon get this work
All first verse
(Tell me will you let me?)
All first verse
(Tell me will you let me?)
You got me ready to singing that thing baby
(Tell me will you let me?)
Look at you emotional
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
Your mouth's saying no but your body's saying yea
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Might have an STD but the helmet's in)
(Tell me will you let me?)
I mean if you have a STD
(Tell me will you let me?)
I don't think I just can catch it in the helmet
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
(Tell me will you let me?)
5 second rule
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Baby will you let me?)
So Good lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)
Niggas be like
They like why you coughing so hard?
And I be like why you not?
Grown man shit though
It's a cold winter, niggas they gon keep you warm at night
Make you breakfast in the morning
And I ain't in love, love is in me, ya hear?
I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good
Look, let's talk a different type of lavish now
Not sure actually, a different type of baggage now
Your home girls quick to paint me as a savage now
You quick to know them bitter hoes, wish they had this now
Back to you, this song of mine, no it's unsung
Not a trophy, that'd imply I only won once
I'm off the pass miss if every guy before me once practiced
Then I don't need no real game to know we should be more than just so on and done
And my baby like girls too
So every night we get in bed with another bitch
She start screaming, getting head from another bitch
And now it's just a porno, in our heads it's another bitch
Yea, but it's more than just the sex to me
Panic when I wake up and she ain't next to me
So I go out of my way to give her the best of me
Love me so much, shorty even want the rest of me
I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good
We hit the strip club, I respect a different taste
That's how stacks and ones end up in a disarray
These other broads used to transform my living space
Into solitary confinement prison space
They think we actin though, I tell em we're not frontin
Give er something of everything cause she used to a lot of nothing
We take our clothes off, get the spot, jump in it
She come multiple times like she forgot something
Yea, I'm like any other guy she dated
She my world and I'm cool with being isolated
I swear to God all I need is you
If love hurts all I bleed is you
Tell me if you wanna see that through
We could coop it when I'm with you
Get back all I put in to recuperate an issue
Let me sum it up for those of ya'll that ask why
I cherish the grill she walk on but she that fly
I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good
It's really as simple as this
The woman that they would fuck I wouldn't
The woman I wouldn't fuck they would
What that means is the niggas ya'll think is fly don't
So I move in my own pace
(So good... so good...)
Fortunately for me I done been all around the world on many
Met so many different types of woman
I picked one
I got the one I like
Even better than that – I got the one I love
Ya'll get these other hoes
Been there, done that, wasn't that fun
(So good... so good...)
(So good... so good...)
You gotta be on some
You gotta be on some grown shit to understand this shit that I'm talkin bout tho
You have to be on some grown shit to have the type of sex that I'm talkin bout
(So good... so good...)
(So good... so good...)
You're bedsex niggas, I'm rooftop
Five star suite and I don't mean considerate and kind
Ya know what I mean
Love you baby
I love you too babe
Take you to church uh
Here's a jewel, I'm a give it to ya'll
Same way it was given to me
Real niggas don't fall in love, we stand up in it
Thank God for you
So Hard lyrics - Joe Budden
What I mean is
I was tryina be on the same page with you
I want no miscommunication and none of that
Ya know what I mean?
(I need that magic)
It's simple
Joe Budden
Ass fat but she eatin right, ketchup and whole foods
Fuck emotion, she the only thing I go through
I did some thinking fore the guard even approached you
Couldn't beats the same, GD's must already sold you
Movin like a stripper so I'm thinkin like a nigga though
I'll treat you like a lady so you know how it feels
She want a pole in the room, I said one is already there
I just need you to test it out and let me know how it feels, now check it
You who I'm tryina build that canope with
Relax, good sick will make you lose your sanity quick
That beat hard enough to be your first round sanity pick
But I won't be coming up off bread on some philanthropy shit
Fuck for a hour, I go shower, look good as fuck when she ladder
Got me using gas words like lavish
You rather me speakin cold, really I think it's sexy
So when I say times are hard she know how to respond correctly
I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)
She said let it happen naturally, I ain't force it
Practice control when she was feeling like I force it
Got a couple ex's, you'll go crazy so she lost it
The past is so foggy, well no wonder she's exhausted
I guess the dum, that's where the drama lies
A real nigga, I'd hate to see lil mama cry
I go up in it, she be shakin like she traumatized
Dick so hard it won't bend, no it won't compromise
I hit it from the back, that ass be sittin right
Almost wanna say I love you when I get inside
And I don't think there's a position that we didn't try
Though we gotta be a couple that she wish we didn't thrive
Sound moronic but she be on the Oxxy
Say even when it hurt it feel good so she don't stop me
Call me on the horn to say your naughty thoughts are wrong
Anytime I send her pictures with balls shorts on
I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)
She keep a low pro, so subtle with it
So hard, probly why she having trouble with it
Uh, my baby far from a push around
And she don't get it up unless you bout to put it down
We can make a movie if we wanted to
And a sequel, watching back to back, one or two
3 and 4, in every scene I be right under you
Cause I love how you ride for yours, now tell me what you wanna do
I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)
Oh got me so hard
Aye eh aye
So, you got me so hard
Got me so hard oh
You got me so hard
So, you got me so hard
You got me so hard baby
You got me so hard
So, you got me so hard yea
Oh oh oh uh oh oh
You got me so, so hard
So hard
Dreams (Interlude) lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Trev Rich)
In all actuality
The work gets hard for a passionate, work more than his salary
And it paid off hopefully to make my monthly look annually
So I tell this is a reality
I dream my way through life
Can't remember if I was awake or asleep
I killed my doubters with kindness
And force-feed em the taste of defeat
They like this nigga been through somethin
How he rap like he ain't 23
Cause in my mind I'm 9, Millie's, every round you gon brace for this heat
My city bad but it's so small at the same damn time
Where failure and success is treated like the same damn crime
They gon hate you either way
Either way give em something to talk about
They must be talkin bout us cause nigga we the only thing that's worth talkin bout
And they said we next and I said we now
Sayin why and I'm sayin how
Thinkin up a way to make a million
Every time I lay down
And my son and daughter, they gotta eat
And that's even if my stomach hurt
My girl throwin up every morning
Low key, I think she gon pop the 3rd
I was going through it with just 2
Now I'm thinking it's 3 for me
But on every last one of em
I swear to God we gon get this cheese
Dreaming since a youngin, writin poetry to pass the time
Never give a shit nigga
So think twice for you ask for mine
It's Gucci Louis Prada shit
We all bout to be takin flight
I give a fuck if you high right now
I'm bout to put you on a different height
I swear to mom they gonna get me mine
Lampshade nigga, just let me shine
Most go through life and cry
Nigga, I go through life and grind
My heart and soul on every beat
Cause that's what real niggas gonna do
Some shit might seem small to ya'll
But somebody out there going through it
Used to battle niggas at lunch
And try to sneak my food in class
I was writtin raps and they was passin notes
And I still passed on they stupid ass
18 with no worries, my my how fast my story changes
Just for me, been where I was from
Most motherfuckers could've swore we bang
That G5 shit was epic, but before all that I was such a loner
Every nigga try to fuck with us
Every bitch wanted to fuck on us
I'm just speakin realistic
And reality is so vicious
But no, I'm not bragging about making your favorite girl a statistic
Nigga what you know about splittin poles?
What you know about the eviction notes
What you know about multiplayer on that Golden Eye on that 64?
What you know about walkmens? CD players, stereos
What you know about smart girls? I never really been in the centerfolds
What you know about ridin high? Getting bunked and you had to go
What you know about fingerprints? And waitin on your bail to post
What you know about struggling? And sharing money just to get a meal
What you know about hittin licks? It go bad and the shit get real
What you know about takin losses? Bouncing back in the same week
Shit you might know bout all these but nigga what you know bout me?
I sleep on top of the world yea
Having fantasies, I' having threesomes with success and my favorite girl yea
But we've been going through it since...
And I'll be drinkin out this bottle like I never gave a fuck
She said she into whatever, I'm pouring in her cup
Looking over the city, feeling like this is for us
If we sleep don't let housekeeping wake us up
Wake us up cause we've been dreaming
For too long
I swear we been dreaming
For too long
They could never alarm us
They could never harm us
We ain't gotta worry bout him, we'll leave it to karma
But I swear we been dreaming
Too long
Pain Won't Stop lyrics - Joe Budden
[Hook:]
Oh, the pain won't stop (the pain don't stop)
Almost like it's got a hold on me (on me)
Shackles and cuffs, I can be no more than a slave
And still the pain won't stop
Like my demons got control of me
Won't take me alive
I guess someone's gonna see the crime
[Bridge:]
And it won't be me, and it can't be me
And it won't be me, I won't let it be me
And it won't be me, and it can't be me
And it won't be me, I won't let it be me
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I'm staring at the pain in the mirror, or is it a facsimile?
Question hurts more than the fact that it resembles me
Thought em all in the past, I mean essentially
So when we side by side I just act like it's all a memory
And then I got a whole market of fans
With no clue what I speak of, but some of ya'll understand
If you knew about my woes you wouldn't target the man
And if you did it'd be about more than a marketing plan
I got a heart that's ice cold, I've been trying to melt, it's talent
Honest to ya'll, all while lying to myself
Seem like I do the most damage, all when trying to help
And no one asked for it, I decided myself
You think the road a nigga traveled
Has been long enough for ya'll to see the winner in him?
Don't know if I'm fighting my demons or going to dinner with em
I sit across from that table just looking brave and tough
But it's only right they get the check, figured that I paid enough
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Fans say they waitin on a break up, don't want me at the altar
But how would their lives alter, I figure how could they fault ya?
Followed me in this business, you witnessed me go through torture
With my ex's so what if? Wish I wouldn't want anymore
Begs the question what do niggas really want in me?
Couldn't be as simple as misery loving company
Can't be as cliché as being a gift and a curse
But how could you ever claim to love someone then wish em the worst?
It appears my happiness has some people resenting me
Should I appreciate love that come with contingencies?
Ya'll get mad whenever someone else mentions me
Ironic, got a ex that's showing similar tendencies
Spite stems from hate, I try to never be near it
Do you only want the best for Joe when we could share it?
That can become obsessive like you wouldn't believe
Don't take my word, just look at what happened to Steve
It got Raqi looking rocky, had em by me and I watched em both deteriorate
Was ugly if you trust me then you wouldn't want to share their fate
And so it seems the people I'd jump in the casket for
Their mind's playing tricks, I wish they knew they mattered more
Would they ask for more or would that will subside?
Poured my heart out all these years, I'm shocked I'm still alive
Tell him like I toast Stack, it gets no realer
You love something too much, guarantee it'll kill ya, for real
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
I crashed a million times, still I'm without a dent
They come to me to air it out but I'm without a vent
I have nightmares about the shit I thought I said
Cried enough that Posturepedic is a waterbed
Look at you like a nobody, it ain't much I could ask of you
And I'd give you a hand but what the fuck would you attach it to?
Finish one chore, God will give throw you some more shit
It's not enough I'm fighting mine still I battle your shit
[Hook]
[Bridge]
All In My Head lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Royce Da 5'9 & Kobe)
[Intro:]
Quarter on the loose
Loose quarter
Few questions I ask myself
[Verse 1:]
Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?
Maybe it wouldn't had started at all if I had your life
Maybe it was needed or I was thinking immorally
If I wasn't myself could I say I gave the fans All of Me?
Can't decide if I'm more ashamed of what they saw of me
Than I am of ignoring all the lessons that was taught to me
Headed up field but couldn't dodge the last tackler
How could a forward thinker move so ass backwards
How could a dude with no regrets at all, willing to bet it all
Not realize that quicker demise, how could I neglect it all?
I'm so seasonal, some of you knew id spring back
With a heart this cold, how'd ya'll think I'd be receptive to fall
I'm plenty comfortable when danger's around
And even more so when strangers around
In a bigger picture, was sicker down on my triggers
And all the alarm enforcers
Down to a nigga, that I'm about for drugs and liquor or the harm it causes
Life and death, I tried to lynch myself
Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself
But really the folk that loved me, they could tell I was loakin
I couldn't see him, cry me a river cause it fell in the ocean
Numb to my words now, maybe felt it was open
I cut so many people loose to any need help with devotion
That's just some of the things I ask my Lord the savior
And when He calls to me, well He have done us all a favor
[Hook:]
How did I make it here?
Who I are?
I feel so lost
Now I'm not seeing it clear
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?
It's all in my head
[Verse 2:]
I'm looking around like this can't be happening
Round of applause for the angry rappers
Lord my girl cried me a flood then me a river
That's love depending on me when I'm a dependent on liquor
I'm up in the shoe store, she got no love to show
You ever look at a bitch she was fucking behind your bitch back like fuck I was fuckin you for, come on
I'm an artist so I'm intelligent
I would tell you to do some soul searchin
But it's hangin up in my closet with your skeleton
That's gotta be a God's work, even a diamond gotta be polished first
The quarter is on the loose and I ain't been out here getting my dollars' worth
I had to remove the goggles first
To see through the sippin patrone and 50 phonies for
I need to go get me a kidney doner
Guru, Nate Dogg, go head blink your eye
Your doctor told me you close, go ahead drink and die
Buried under the stone where the patrone 5th sits by
That reads hella somebody who never wanted to be this guy
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
They say knowledge is power, great cause every day I learn
As of late been having revelations bout this hate turn
Hate the way they judge me, 2 I got the case adjourned
Hated the belly of the beast to I became it's tapeworm
When I said I'd stop getting high tried to say it's done
No, I'm the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn
They say my brain is off, I say how can it be?
If I'm out my mind how can I be in sanity?
The people used to say that I was scared of progress
They don't know how hard a nigga tried to advance
But I don't know who's more to blame
Is it them for really not knowing me
Or is it me for never really giving them a chance?
Get too close, be too big of a threat
Now it's been little than no time
Thinking why I ain't get rid of you yet
Gotta recognize my maturity
Gotta see I'm grown
Letting my skeletons out the closet just so I never be alone
Since I got trust issues I won't discuss with you
Besides God tell me who the fuck's supposed to save you
Pop one, have one man to man, was gone half my life so
Somewhere in his head probly feel it in his place too
Plus more people will see me soon
I mean I'll be on national TV soon
So when I ask if people I have around are cancer for me
That's 4 million more that might be able to answer for me
Joe
[Hook]
More Of Me lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)
[Hook: Emanny]
I give you my all
But it seems like that’s not enough
Letting you get more of me
So while the world keep on changing
The one thing remaining is
I keep letting you get more of me
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
My story, my pain, can’t ail it
My tears overflowed, you can’t pail it
My talent, to immense can’t jail it
Niggas tried to cross the God, but they ain’t nail it
My path, my walkway, you can’t trail it
My ladder, my mountain, can’t scale it
It’s my life, my struggles, can’t help it
I’m just grateful that He kept me alive for me to tell it
Check it, see the music industry changed me
It was everything that I’d have never guessed it was
So my discography is all full of hand-me-downs
I couldn’t figure out another way to dress it up
So every verse fight with the truth
Nah, no one know me better than this mic and this booth
It’s no better way, I owe my todays to my yesterdays
You live with regrets, probably die with em too
So I trust God more than myself, I’m trying to tell ya
Drunk in the basement, now I’m in the wine cellar
I learned to never let the fear settle in
And now I’m more prepared than I’ve ever been
Not one ounce of hate in my glass
Just one of the things OG taught me way in advance
Said it’s two types of folk in this world
Got the ones that’s out doing it
And those busy saying they can’t
[Hook]
I give you my all
But it seems like that’s not enough
Letting you get more of me
So while the world keep on changing
The one thing remaining is
I keep letting you get more of me
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
You know some niggas never learn
Some learn and never apply, but wait
Some apply but never teach
My only right to preach, I spent time being each
Grab your magnifying glass I need y’all to look closer
At the only dude to do every drug and get lower
If niggas knew a third of all the weight that he shouldered
They’d know it’s an insult to think I’m only bipolar
I got a unique talent, don’t know how I obtained it
How do I sustain it? Can’t even explain it
I get more info from words that aren’t spoken
More fixated on people or things when they are broken
I used to think everybody was pure
Now I’m busy trying to come up with everybody’s cure
And that mindset led to glory
It be the people you help most, normally do the most harm
Made it my whole life, most times I ain’t bite
So no need to stick to a script that I didn’t write
Preconceived notions, nothing less than a failure
Base your’s off of the cover and miss the best-seller
While I’m at it, let me tell you about this angel I met
She was fly, from every angle was fresh
And the way that she was jamming to the song called ‘I’m Not Perfect’
Made me wanna know what her imperfections were
Now listen, and they weren’t hard to find y’all
Both parents were addicts like mine are
Mi-nor, but her story wasn’t new to me
Most of life, shorty was homeless like I used to be
Could tell she never felt appreciated
Looked too much like her dad, was her mom’s least favorite
Picture a bond supposed to be sacred
Looking up at your mom’s eyes and seeing hatred
Pop left when she was young
Well she still young and he still gon’ keep it 100
While I’m just amazed that a woman so beautiful
Could through such ugliness and not become it
World keeps spinning, learned sinners keep sinning
And I can’t even tell her some fights ain’t fight worthy
Cause my pops got 20 years clean, but her pops got 20 years dirty
She moved to Jersey where he happens to reside
Thinking they’ll be closer but it’s only fiction
Cause she so young, all it does is cause friction
God picked the right nigga though, to teach about addiction
Years ago she should’ve been on homie watch
So check the time out, just not on mommy’s watch
Cause someone beat her ass for years, someone calmly watched
Na, stepdaddy beat her ass, mommy watched
I keep her closer than ever she always next to me
Bisexual, comfortable sexually
I’m talking more comfortable than she should ever be
Especially considered the fact she was molested three
Times, somethings a picture doesn’t tell
Can’t be worth a thousand words or her pictures might yell
Ya’ll see a pretty face on Instagram
I see a girl that should be scarred, never lent a hand
There go God’s work again how’d he know I need that?
How the fuck did he pick her to walk me through a relapse?
Believe me, shorty I’ll kill for you if need be
And I need you much more than you would ever think you need me
What I do for you is tangible, shit that you could gain
You for me, not understandable, it’s shit you can’t explain
Some folk don’t see the effect in that
Some say I’m using you, they’d be correct in that
But what for they’ll never know
It’s deeper than nude pics, it’s something I would never show
[Joe Budden Talking]
I figured like this…
You came to me at a pool party and I was two steps away from smoking on that wet
My logic say to me, you came as a stranger and I hold you dearer than most people I ever met in my entire life b
God’s work, not mine
You came younger and wiser, I’d have never known it
You don’t look your age
Younger and wiser when I was older and dumber
You came to me as nothing I’d have ever wanted
But everything I’d have ever needed, I swear to you its God’s work, not mine
So you’ll never be alone again
What’s mine is yours, you won’t be without a home again
And I know you from Miami, so you hate the cold
But you been through much colder than me and I’m much older
You just ride shotgun, let a nigga chauffeur
I’ll cut the grass, you just look out for the cobras
We’ll be just fine, God set these on our shoulders
I’ll show you a man, you showed me I could stay sober
Let the world talk about every picture we post up
And we’ll sleep well every night, cause they don’t know us
[Hook (Joe Budden)]
I give you my all
But it seems like that’s not enough
Letting you get more of me
So while the world keep on changing
The one thing remaining is
I keep letting you get more of me
(God’s work
Talk to em
Sometimes you gotta stick around for the miracle
Gotta wait for the miracle to happen
God’s work, not mine)
I said, God’s work, not
Word, I love you
I’m gone
Life is beautiful ain’t it…
Now Or Never lyrics - Joe Budden
[Hook: Emanny & Royce da 5'9"]
Racing time, it's now or never
Here we are, here forever
(You can eat our dust, we're playing ring around the world)
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Nah, this ain't the story of a soldier
It's the story of a nigga they counted as being over
It's just the story of Joseph
A new birth, so if you counted me out
On one hand you understand me but still you had one hand free
I used to do this to feed my son and my family
Now you need those other 5 fingers, they might come in handy
Sprinkle your weed on your blunts
Got haters breaking world records for the most words eaten at once
Just getting out of my self's way, been a sucker to slavery
Fucked fear without a condom, had a baby named Bravery
Old head said, give em murder on the beats
And fuck going commercial, make commercial go me
If it's a hurdle I'm a leap, niggas ain't threats anyway
Odds ain't in my favor, but I'm taking bets anyway
Wasn't with me in the gym in Jersey, lost his team
But none of my shots touched the Nets anyway
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Remember him, Jerz kid, new to some, old face
Fans matured, so did I, now my words, [?]
Nerve of them doubting I, probably had no faith
Figured I'd be rapper after the fact that we're soul mates
Long ago I done been enlightening to ya'll
But they was getting fresh air when the writing was on the wall
Was fucked up a while, smoking 2 packs a day
But never mind that, rather talk about some accolades
Got rich twice, he got clean twice
Put hood bitches on covers of magazines twice
When they say it's play favorites, shit don't seem right
And my fans looking confused like fuck you mean he ain't nice?
I've stared death in the eyes without shades on
Blink once, open my eyes and they was gone
Ignore the chatter and my crabs in the bucket turned to lobster on the platter
None of you niggas matter
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
This here is the victory lap and yet I ain't even win
Where do I begin? How bout when they wouldn't let me in?
Won't address that setback, passed that shit
I got the blackball and behind the back passed that shit
Concerned with getting my pay up
Some never thought he'd be hot, figured I'd just lay up
But I don't take the easy shot, from the grimiest Tabernacle
My peers can respect this bad apple
[Hook]
[Outro: Joe Budden]
Never thought we'd be back here right?
Never thought we'd be back, hold up
Let my guitars ride out
Just a moody motherfucker
That MME shit, we on it
If by chance I'm past my prime I'm tryna lap it
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