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[Intro] Uh, never good enough |
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Baby nothin's ever good enough |
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Uh, it's what? |
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Uh [Interlude: Joe Budden] |
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Nothin's ever good enough |
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Hollywood, think he too good for us |
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Nigga's emo, he ain't in the hood enough |
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How 'bout he's just misunderstood to us |
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Vision is fine, |
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I can still hear (So) |
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So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear |
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Cause why? (Cause why?) |
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Nothin's ever good enough |
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I'm just lookin for somethin, good enough [Joe Budden] |
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Wonder where his mind is |
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If everyone's impression is wrong then maybe mine is |
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Jury's out, but the verdict's in |
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Case ain't been heard, so how they murderin him? |
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I appear to be arrogant, that's what they instilled in me |
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Took it as a weakness when |
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I showed 'em humility |
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Insensitive, don't waste time tryin to tell me what emotions is - |
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I'm emotionless |
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I can't explain it, it comes from home |
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Make me uncomfortable and you gon' put me in a comfort zone |
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Double is me, feel what |
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I feel and know he's strugglin |
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Be tryin to get depression and sufferin from |
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ME When your head's cluttered with noise you get lost |
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Am I isolated by choice or by force? |
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Listen, the |
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FUCK y'all expect from me? |
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Already given y'all the best of me |
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But it seem like! [Chorus: Joe Budden] |
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Nothin's ever good enough |
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Hollywood, think he too good for us |
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Nigga's emo, he ain't in the hood enough |
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How 'bout he's just misunderstood to us |
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Vision is fine, |
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I can still hear (So I) |
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So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear |
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Cause, just one wasn't good enough |
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Crushin it in rum wasn't good enough |
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The baddest girl wouldn't be good enough |
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All the cash in the world ain't good enough (Why?) |
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Cause you can go your hardest for your fans |
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But like you they only human so they may not understand that |
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I used to always try to be good enough |
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And couldn't figure out why |
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I wasn't good enough |
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So instead of bein good enough |
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I just wan' be better, than good enough [Joe Budden] |
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The FRUCK's goin on around here? |
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Contrivin and conformin is the norm around here |
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It's tension, speak up and violence gets mentioned |
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In the world where everybody gets by off silenced opinions |
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And so I cut the red tape and the politics |
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Know it's there, |
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I'm just the only nigga to acknowledge it |
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Learn from the acts that came before ya and retain the lawyer |
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They told me, "Once you get the fame you get the paranoia" |
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They say that he a has-been, irrelevant |
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But e'ry word |
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I say niggaz get hella bent |
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Tell you why |
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I'm off of the charts, or on the bottom of your bracket |
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I rap through the heart and some niggaz lack it |
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So I get why |
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I'm greeted with spite |
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Got nerve bein the truth, life's fine with them believin a lie! |
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Even I no longer know what to expect from me |
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But y'all have yet to see the best in me |
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Still it seem like! [Chorus w/ minor variatons] [Joe Budden] |
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Check it; |
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I want it all, that's why |
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I strive for it |
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Diss me and you normally hear a reply for it |
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But I'm startin my maturation and ignore 'em, let 'em continue they masturbation |
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Say my actions don't match what |
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I'm spittin |
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So I tell 'em mind they business and let me stray |
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They say that you becomin a walkin contradiction |
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I tell 'em people change every day |
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I tell 'em |
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I've been makin my own decisions since a teen |
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Tell me who the fuck is y'all to intervene - here's a lesson |
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I'm good enough for me, a nigga seem to be perfection |
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Fifty grand, |
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V.I.P., queens, imperfections |
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Far from a beginner, nigga ain't a white belt |
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Cry me a river, and |
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I'll turn into |
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Mike Phelps |
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I'm just givin y'all the best of me |
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And y'all just turn that into stress for me |
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And so it seem like! [Chorus w/ minor variatons] |
