(feat. Crooked I)
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[Joe Budden - Verse 1:]
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I broke down a while ago
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finally picking up the pieces
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Memoirs of how the undefeated
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Can feel depleted
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I dont talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with
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At times I hate my reflection and others I'm conceited
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half the time I'm arrogant other times I'm vengeful
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at times it's to convince me, at times it's to convince you
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done a lot of wrong but I aint never felt resentful
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its been so many times I've lost track of who to repent to
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half the time I'm in the cut
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dont want you to notice me
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roll with me and you'll see that I'm only awkward socially
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half the time I'm spiteful, double barrell rifle
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I owe so many payback I feel like I got the right too
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so if you need a case in point you can refer to Budden
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and it will prove that painkillers never murdered nothing
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all it did was make me succumb put ice in me
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put ice in me, make me numb
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when I revisit the places it takes me from
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I'm strong...
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[Chorus:]
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Strong enough to catch contact right
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smell it as soon as you get in my ride
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see with me, rules never apply
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dont tell me how I should live my life
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put your seat back, got it if you need that
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you should really fuck with me
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tell me if you wanna ride or die, la la la la la la la la
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[Joe Budden - Verse 2:]
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Listen up as the center reports
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my inner thoughts are like a inner war
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headaches act as a trembling force on my mental ward
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mentals distraught
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every word fromt his sentence the boss
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it's brought to you like the people your ministers Porsche
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tight roping on dental floss
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before the haters begin to get lost
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coke and weed got my temperment off
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but why would my temper get lost
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when as soon as the temperature frost
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I'm probably having intercourse in a resort
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criminal report, pricey condo's at a minimal cost
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my train of thought aint as simple as yours
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so if our paths happen to incidentally cross
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I pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws
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until then lets let the bass kick
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take the shots straight I dont see a need to chase it
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trying to fight the urge til there's something to replace it
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I welcome ya'll to be my co-pilots on this spaceship
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[Chorus]
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[Joe Budden - Verse 3:]
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Yo, me and the game would get so blunted
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we'd order take out from the chinese stores
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they make sure you bring change for a hundred
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rob em, safety on the metal's off
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figured if we beat the breaks off em
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then how the fuck was he gon pedal off
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some live and die by the high, I was born by it
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since Pac gave my mom the needle like go on try it
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got me feeling like aint a nigga can harm me
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so I go and scoop a mommy that wanna come join the army
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she was so militant, disciplined, intelligent
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so I whispered to her, bet you wouldnt mind shilling it
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I got to know her on my sofa
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I gave her my honourable discharge and she took like a soldier
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since she the type you gotta watch when she come around
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really she only get high so she can come down
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lost her when I said she aint gotta settle
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once you start to handle life you'll be on the same level
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[Chorus]
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[Crooked I - Verse 4:]
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When I was five this what my father said
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I should have pulled you out and left you on your momma's waterbed
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you asked me, my poppa's dead
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alcoholic jeans from him since a toddler bottle fed
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put me on your stainless, I'm brainless, I'm a hollow head
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my life was the crazyiest
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surprised I'm even walking, can you blame me if I'm atheist
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but I aint Stephen Hawkings
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I know God is in my radius
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I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher's talking
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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
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baby ride while I'm crying, I'm dying inside
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cause my pain is beside a giant lethiathon and I'm hiding from the World
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they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
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how ironic? same place I vomit when I lick a drink
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apparently I need to get a shrink
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how can therapy take care of me when I don't give a fuck what niggas think!
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[Chorus]
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Sober Up
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Joe Budden |