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If you think that it's so damn easy |
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Then what do you need me for? |
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Just look at the state of you |
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Babe, snap out of it |
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You're not listening to this [Joe Budden] |
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Yeah... talk to 'em! |
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Ohh HUH? Joey! |
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It's, it's, that on top |
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Must be I'm just avoidin the inevitable, dodgin my fate |
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So many things a nigga gotta escape |
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Autobiographical, |
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I need my life to maybe hop on a page that'll end with a sigh, goodbye, with my mouth open cockin a gauge |
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How you the greatest at your job, but they dockin your pay? |
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Guess when |
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God's holdin a bar they start mockin your ways |
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Murder my fans while |
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I'm rockin on stage |
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Naw let me chill, |
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I ain't thinkin at a logical state |
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I catch 'em while they noddin they head, sayin the words |
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And start a blood bath, right as they repeatin the verse at the show let 'em know that they help lead to me bein disturbed |
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I'm thinkin {"You're not making any sense"} ha ha, listen (OHH!) |
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How much longer you expect me to be degraded by niggaz who can't appreciate bein appreciated? |
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Y'all made this beef related |
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One less person to judge, just one more problem alleviated (HUH?) [Chorus] [Joe Budden] |
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Ya mean, uh, fruck's goin on? |
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Yeah! Listen |
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I'll stand before your honor, without a alibi, lost kinda |
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Just a product of a lost genre |
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Cuffed like |
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I'ma cause drama, headline un-remorsed trauma |
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Sweat drippin from my head like |
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I performed a concert |
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No alibi for my unlawful conduct |
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I need a pardon from the president, call |
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Obama And tell him |
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I was goin all out |
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I was doin |
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God's work, |
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I thought the nigga called out {"Snap out of it, you're not making any sense"} |
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They don't hear me, check it! |
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You lookin at a more honest improve in me |
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All of the comments and scutiny, drive him to lunacy |
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Committin hate crimes as if |
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I got immunity |
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A opportune time to have opportunity |
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Not, but when he don't stop by it just ruins me |
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Pride is persuin me, why's it rebukin me? |
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I got demons by my door, staked out |
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I'm inside goin over my escape route [Chorus w/ Budden singing along] [Interlude: Frou Frou sample] |
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Now I've had it up to here |
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Don't ever try that again |
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Why are you so quiet so suddenly? |
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Go on, have it |
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You're just dying to tryyyyy me! [Joe Budden] |
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Yeah, uh-huh-uh, uhh |
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Muh'frucker, uh, uh |
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Let me tell you |
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Yo, see I'm in search of privacy |
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On e'ry social network, but don't wan' network with society |
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That's, probably why my net worth ain't so high to me |
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These Percosets work, now they |
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FUCKIN with my sobriety |
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I'm chasin a hit - all in |
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Heath Ledge (Dark Knight) overdose, |
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I ain't chasin the |
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SHIT! I got a audience, they just got me hatin this shit |
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Or is it how |
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I view life, and how vacant it is |
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Watch me and see a horrible movie, bad reviews |
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Scattered views with a cold heart, wrong attitude |
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I ain't got a thing in common with these rapper dudes |
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Nigga! {"You're not making any sense"} |
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Okay, aside from some drawn-out thoughts, mags and tools |
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I don't think they know what it |
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FEEL like to be battered, bruised |
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And still they can't see me with the ink |
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So try fuckin the world ain't as easy as you think, nigga! [Chorus + Interlude] [Outro: Joe Budden] |
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Oh, Joey! |
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Ta-ha Fruck's goin on? |
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You need me for? |
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Fuck them all niggaz, geah |
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The fruck's goin on? |
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Nigga! Ta-ha, yeah |
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It's, it's... |
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Warn yourself |
