Joe Budden - Joe Budden Lyrics

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Nothing stays the same forever... not even me

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[Joe Budden - Verse 2]

I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly

Trying to make my girl get it she don't know it's very scary

But she's a nympho she can come barely near me

She still want the God and I don't think she's mary mary

The prettiest bitches they just want to service me

While n-ggas prettiest bitches wouldn't get a word from me

Some of you haven't heard from me some of you wouldn't mind murking me

Found that news funny likes it's stright from Ron Burgundy

These n-ggas ain't never seen dough

They can't dream though I bump into 'em in between shows

People say I'm emo what that really mean though

Is though the song can't breathe I actually make it seem so

I lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me

Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me

Normally it's just me and my lonely mind

Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine

Fans recognize my misery uplifted me

Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me

Maybe it's serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically

Maybe I should man up and tell GOD not to solicit me

Been medicated, meditated

Sedated, hated

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Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded

Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it

Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted

Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated

Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated

Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me

Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly

Now lemme speak to who I cater to

Would you love me to say(or sang?), before my weeks were not favorable

Promised to maintain being unique but relatable

All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you

Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses

Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid

Continents on Kush, every vowel is blunted

Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded

This is bigger than the Eiffle, this is alert to public

Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle

Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching

This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making

This is panic unveiling, got potential but I never met it

He be trying to come over, it seem like GOD won't let it

Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it

But if all I'm hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am I pessimistic?

You'll never progress if you'll never try

All I ask, let every word I birth, never die

My wings spread, but when I'm at the sky

Weather didn't change like I thought and had me petrified.

[Chorus]

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