Joe Budden feat. Juicy J Lloyd Banks – Last Day

[Verse 1:]
Look, look – these niggas lied to me way back
Said this is where my buck stop
Ride, ride by in that fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
You won’t ever see these jeans sag
You’d think so, with this tough glock
And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar
Know I’m always with that club hop
This your shit, y’all don’t know shit
Them hoes you with is just average
This four spittin’ that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch
So don’t be the first to get it
My life is like a movie and your bitch deserve the credit
I just stood there and directed
She just did what I expected
Doin’ me but you do me too
I’ll be me, my nigga, you be you
I guess that men can be groupies too
Recognize a winner – live like a born sinner
Catered dinners, finna have a pool party in the winter
Finna skinny dip, bitch, fuck them drawers
Her brains are killer and I love her more
Since my head got a price on it
She come through and just suck it off
So if you scared, get a weapon
Everyday a nigga live he’s prepared for Armageddon

[Hook:]
When they call me to them gates and they ask me how I lived
I feel I ain’t have a choice like my stomach’s to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I don’t regret a fuckin’ thing I ever did
So I spend like it’s my last day
Club like it’s my last day
Ride like it’s my last day
Fry like it’s my last day
Fuck like it’s my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
But it won’t be my last day

[Verse 2:]
Mottos by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin’ up some green
Blowin’ on a blue dream
My life is like a movie and your bitch just made a scene
Me and your bitch just made a scene
Wake up and I smoke somethin’
After that, I poke somethin’
Bet she bad with a fat ass
Beat it up like she stole somethin’
Fuck two times then I roll somethin’
Can’t no nigga do it like me
All my chains is icy
All my clothes is pricy
In Louis Vuittons, no Nikes
I’m Nino Brown, you Ice T
Snitchin’ equals dead bodies
Snitchin’ equals dead bodies
Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippin’
I don’t play that bull, boy
I shoot like Scotty Pippen

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I’m dressed up with my sport keys
My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves
Wanted man when I toss seeds
All my bitches crossbreeds
These big faces talk Gs
I lace my H’s, walk free
I’m V-Sixin’ in V-Twelves
Ninety-three is my horse fee
Life’s a bitch I figured I’d bone
Smoke this weed while I get a little dome
Black star when it’s all said and done
Gotta put my name in the middle of the road
Open boxes, a pair a day
Mine don’t come in pearl yet
Got a party out in the UK
I’m a hit them hoes with my Euro step
Insomniac, gotta live my life
Where’s the pie? Gotta get my slice
I hommie shit, where’s the body bag?
Kiss my Maserati ass
Two thick queens in a king’s suite
Gettin’ energized off thin sleet
I let all my AKAs hit
They thought I was ten deep
Miss waitin’ on me get a hundred dollar tip
Pray to God, heard my number and I hit
Choose me, girl, make ‘em come in for the chip
When you doin’ good all the summers go quick
Trust nobody, got thunder on the hip
Shotty in the crib, don’t start no shit
Bad chick, ass and her stomach don’t fit
Know your lane, don’t come with no lip

[Hook]

JOE BUDDEN feat. Tsu-Surf – Through My Eyes

[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 [?]
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 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 [?]
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

JOE BUDDEN feat. Jay Townsend & Emanny – Tipsy

This goes out to you (you, you)
This goes out to you (you, you)
This goes out to you and you and you
You know who you are

This goes out to you (you, you)
Ta ha, this goes out to you (you, you)
And you (and you)

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Check it, baby, sweetie, lady, darling
It don’t (what?), get no better than this
And I know, guys’ll go to any measure to hit
But I hope, you don’t use that as a measurin stick (uh)
They priorities is off, busy treasurin whips
I just like the opportunity of pleasurin miss
Since I never met another that get wetter than this
Anytime I’m on tour, you’ll forever be missed (talk to her)
‘Cause I knew she was a fantasy dream
Every Sunday all she worried about is her fantasy team
And anytime shorty speed past, in that E-Class
Body so sick, that I always want a tea bag
So I spend, hit a mall, maybe SoHo
‘Cause how she blessed me, swore her jaw broke though
Her sex to me’s like a midnight ecstasy
So the bar could be closed as long as she next to me

[Chorus - Emanny & Jay Townsend w/ ad libs]
Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Ooh baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Let’s stay love drunk, let’s stay love drunk

See baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Baby I’m tipsy, so let’s stay love drunk
Ooh baby I’m tipsy for you, yeah, so let’s stay love drunk
Let’s stay love drunk, let’s stay love drunk

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Check me out now, check it, see the beauty of it all is (what?)
We could both have whoever we please but um
We’d only be foolin ourselves (why?)
‘Cause it seems without each other we would never be pleased
It’s much more than her body though I value her waist
See shorty knows the value of space, she don’t crowd me (nah)
Open-minded, know she don’t got all the answers
When we hit the strip club, she tippin all the dancers
I’m tryin to show you things that you ain’t used to (uh)
Talkin waterfront villas out in Saint Lucia (uh)
Turn our cells off, nothin else matters
Took it slow but it couldn’t of happened any faster (faster)
See she don’t go through the phone (uh)
She say if that’s necessary than she’d rather be alone
Can tell she for real by the sound of her tone
Shorty grown, no chaser, she got me in the zone

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Uh, best part about it all, it’s not difficult
You such a standout, nowhere near typical
Plus you let me be my own individual
You know if you support me, you’ll get every residual
And when girls try to tell you that I’m cheatin (what?)
You agree sayin they don’t know the half (why?)
‘Cause how I got shorty, it ain’t even fair
Know it all adds up, they can’t seem to do the math (nah)

[Break - Emanny]
No Henn’ or glass of Rosé (Rosé)
Could make my world spin around just like you do
They just don’t taste the same
Got me buzzed off the love you gave (ya gave)
No way I see straight after one sip from you, oh

Joe Budden feat. Joell Ortiz Crooked I – Skeletons

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I look over my shoulder not knowing where it’s coming from
But knowing that it’s coming, I was bugging as a youngin’
Now I’m runnin from, somethin’ that’ll even out my dumb decisions
The night I shot and had him bleedin’ out his lungs and spittin’
Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not
Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother’s kitchen,
Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting
So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin’
So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin’
I love kids but now I’ selling to a pregnant woman
Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,
Gun on my waist and, “I don’t give a fuck” is my plan
You’ll never understand my palm sweat
Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain’t find a calm yet
Go on let shorty sin
Cause ain’t no way in hell this ain’t Joell, that’s brave enough to tell you everything

[Hook:]
I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)
And I’ve been dyin’, dyin’ just to find an outlet
And I’m hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)
Wishing maybe it’ll disappear but I doubt it
I doubt it

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Fuck all that rapping, I’m a let the conversation rock
I got skeletons in my closet
The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock
When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot
The black mamba when I crack vodka, I’m a take a shot
And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop
Yeah thanks a lot, I’m a bottle drinkin’ nutcase
Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face
I steadily dream about cleanin’ these demons out
In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout
All of your secrets out loud
It started as a kid at my school desk
Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test
Ain’t nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store
And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor
So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore
That’s when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor
And more came through Crooked I’s youth
I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth
For real, bro

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
I thought I had it all locked away till forever
But no memories fade away, They seem to stay
Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams
They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
See the problem is, I know it all
Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all
Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there’s no remorse
Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals
Then again all it would mean is he deemed I’m much too important to focus all
We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that’s my department
Intercity blues cruise and I’m blasting that Marvin
Skeletons ain’t in my closet, that’s my apartment
And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments
It’s all bleak to me
Tell my Pop I ain’t bothered when he don’t speak to me, I love you but it’s weak to me
On one hand life is short and there’s no excuse to do it
But you was missing half my life dog, I’m kind of used to it
Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don’t understand
Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I’m on demand
Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint
My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent

[Hook]

JOE BUDDEN feat. Emanny – Time Flies

Look how life, life has changed
Movin up, to bigger things
Look how time flies by… [x2]
(Ain’t it funny how time goes by… [x2])
I see the storm, thru the rain
As for you, your still the same
Look how time flies by… [x2]
(Ain’t it funny how time goes by… [x2])

[Verse 1:]
Check out your man who came up around the dope boys and backstabbers
A dropout whom some referred to as a backpacker
Dude they used to laugh at, member him?
Bad rapper, exactly why being on the cover of that mag matters
I chop it up with some artists I used to beef with
Glad we all grew to see how played out beef is
Besides, that ain’t something we’re all willing to afford
When your talented you try to get a million out of more
Made a killing on tour, so while I’m wheelin that Azure
I’m wishing all my black youths could know the feeling I endure
For some folks, my ceiling is their floor
Wondering where I’d be if I ain’t feel like persevering anymore
Look what time does, need a reality check
It’ll remind us, you can’t run from it, it’ll always find us
And that’s the game I respect it
Rockin a different watch, but it gives the same message

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Look, I used to see her on the tv
Now she textin how she miss me and she need me
It’s funny I remember when she couldn’t take it
Now when she get naked
Shorty ride it to the point I’m thinkin she about to break it
It’s a few broads that ain’t agree with my style
Throwin it at me… yea they Cliff Lee with it now
I mean they ain’t wanna smile at me, wouldn’t say what up
So I have them face down but turnin their faces up
Same broads you grew up with… with no body
Is gettin work done… tired of being nobody
Fake tits and ass, changing their look vastly
Like niggas don’t remember how they looked last week
I’ll diss a broad in a second, don’t put it past me
You don’t want the truth? Bitch probably shouldn’t of asked me!
Cause they be thinkin they really be on the mind
Though they rockin a nice watch, clearly got the wrong time

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Look at ya man washed up
Lookin like he needs to wash up
Fell off now he just watch us
Was playin ball, something happened to the weight
Tried the dope boy shit, but I guess the same applied
Had a short fall from grace, how the fucks you a critic?!
Damn near 35, how the fucks you in a civic?!
Rimmed up, tryna stunt, lookin ridiculous
And he be dead sober, with them drunk lookin bitches
Frail ass nigga, life movin’ slow, snail ass nigga
In the club before 12 ass nigga
And the nigga used to knock me, now his shit is just sloppy
Catch him in some jeans shorts, Issey Miyake
Smoked out son, you ain’t get the memo?
Still believing your own hype, still making demo’s
No grind, which lead to a short prime
But homie ain’t got a watch, how he gon’ know the time?

[Chorus]

[Bridge: x2]
Time flies by when you livin the life
Leave the rest of the world behind

Joe Budden feat. Fabolous, Twista Tank – She Don’t Put It Down (Remix)

Huh-uh, uhh
Shorty old news though (remix)
Taha, yesterday’s paper
Check this, uh (uhh)

[Joe Budden:]
Baby like it raw, I don’t even waste a Magnum on her
Clean up amazing, I appreciate the fashion on her
Bad than a muh’fuck, ain’t too many passin on her
Only right I pick her up the way she got a wagon on her
When I’m on that road don’t hit them bops when I’m in town
Not unless it’s for the threesome, if it’s poppin she’ll be down
Know these other jokers be starin but’ll stop when I’m around
First to get inside them jeans, she be hoppin up and down
Let the world know that she ride, they think eventually we’ll break up
And I love it when we argue cause eventually we make up
I mean – we fight and fuck, we fuck and fight
We fuck some more, e’ry fuckin night
Shape great, taste great, body softer than cashmere
And anytime her checks drop she know that she could crash here
Them other broads is other broads, all of them is last year
Can’t get mad, I’m just statin facts here
Word!

[Chorus: Tank]
She don’t put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don’t put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don’t put it down like you, girl you workin with the killer
Ain’t nobody fuckin with ya
She don’t put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don’t put it down like you

[Fabolous:]
Hey you gotta make you next move your best move, right?
That’s what I be tellin her, haha
That boy ‘Loso
Joe, what’s up boy?

Never trippin off the past, I would rather never mind ‘em
Cause only fools trip over somethin that be behind ‘em
And yesterday is history, tomorrow’s a mystery
She here at the present time, it feel like a gift when she
put it down, down, all the way, down
You could get, down, but can you stay, down?
Shout out to the ladies with yo’ down asses
That keep a tight circle and them round asses (nice)
At the crib it’s just us nigga
Fuck me so good make me not trust niggaz
That’s my shit, I’m over-protected
You want that good shit you know where yo’ connect live
Told my ex don’t be bitter, be better
I’ll replace her before I re-gret her
Texts now and then that question how I’ve been
The hook sound like a message I would send

[Chorus]

[Twista:]
Twista!
A down girl I remember when I used to bag up in the basement with her
With the attraction of a Michael Jackson swag, but in this case a +Thriller+
And she was a wolf not in sheep’s clothin, but a grey chinchilla
Even though I found another assassin that could never be yo’ replacement killer
When I got up in her it was kinda good to me but I know that she don’t put it down like you
Cut from the bottom and you up when you rock when on top cause ain’t nobody around like you
Pull it back to me and I’m all up in it fully when I’m holdin a palm full of hair
Then I lay you back in missionary position and give it to you good with your Lou’ Vuittons in the air
Got a bad new bitch, but she don’t be trippin or cuss with them flaws
But she don’t be doin the way you be doin it when you be workin them walls
I’m bumpin some [?] I’m fuckin her good, but then you would go frontin
Steady cuttin with the bitches all on me cause I’m with Joe Budden, the one hoes wantin
I’ll put you in the category of somebody that’ll give it to me good but’ll work a nigga nerves
Individual and never particular but I’ll never be with her so I’ma kick her to the curb
I got a new woman and though I be buildin her up to be better than you
She fine but don’t know how to throw it back, so she can never be you

[Bridge: Tank]
I done put another in your space
Damned if they do, it’s been hard to replace
I just want the same judge sittin on the case
She gon’ hate, but she know

[Chorus]

JOE BUDDEN feat. Emanny – So Good

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

JOE BUDDEN feat. Emanny – Dreamerz

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Check it,
More questions, more answers
More ci smoke and more cancer
More arguing, more resistance
Its seems like the closer we get, its more distance
More angles, a million different looks
Was on the same page, just in different books
there’s so much i want to say but i got no ground
cause we ain’t break up, more like broke down
now that’s pain and torture
add that with restraining orders
then add the soul of my slain daughter
none of this is how we planned it to be
one big insanity plea
shit could never end amicably
I miss you trying
you probably think don’t think I try too
when you stubborn and prideful
not much is insightful
but God was trying to show me something
He ain’t think that I knew
sometimes shit that doesn’t breathe can die too

[Hook: Emanny]
Were we just dreamerz?
Waiting for our shot to shoot to the moon
Were we just dreamerz?
Spending our lives trying to see this thing through
Waiting to fly away
Waiting to fly away
Waiting to fly away
waiting to fly away

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
How we go from thoughts of marriage
Thoughts of me copping carrots
Talks of what we’d name her while shopping for a carriage
But when the dream stopped, who knew you’d see me like a savage
That you dreamt of vacations, but only woke up with baggage
All you ever did was love me, and look at where it got you
And when you wanted more, all I did was say I’m not you
I’m selfish not selfless, and I say that with love
so in essence you’re asking for what I’m incapable of
so now I find I’m going over choices I ain’t even made yet
were we clouded by good times of great sex?
running fast towards an unknown fate
that altered when I introduced you to my unknown traits
in your dreams, seems you had me pegged as another man
but in mine, only you would understand
in our minds we were perfect
we witnessed our dream get murdered
now reality is on trial and we both awaiting the verdict

[Bridge 1: Joe Budden]
But you’ll always be close to me
though you said this ain’t how it’s supposed to be
what we had was so real
but you said I don’t care
never thought this day would come
you said you gave your all and was left with none
but we can both be spared
but you don’t think that’s fair, that’s fair

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
You can’t see how you ever began to like a liar
you lost track of all the little things that I admired
but when the peace left, I knew we might retire
thinking man, I live upstairs, I’m something like somaya
got memories, but at what point are they lost
you say we could work through it, at what point is it forced?
we shoulda never rushed
cause it’s like now we at a point where you won’t never trust
and for me I can’t believe that’s all we ever was
the high’s gone, need a better buzz
Cause we sleep in the same bed, but we never touch
my solution to every beef is to revisit
though we’ll have the same emotions we won’t be so livid
won’t be so vivid
I think your girl secretly applauded our drama
we don’t need those critics
we owe it to go over our foundation with a keen eye
sad part to say you never have the same dream twice

[Bridge 2: Emanny]
We let love and all its possibility
take us from reality
made it hard to see that
we were bound together
just to cover up the pain
I’m wishing the skies were rain
and wipe all my thoughts away
cause I’m tired of dreaming

Joe Budden feat. Emanny – Ghetto Burbs

Always had big dreams
Everybody had big dreams though
I never wanna stay here, I had no intentions
And I have had no plans

[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can’t hide
‘Cause these streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
‘Cause I’m from two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.

[Verse 1:]
Yo yo, ghetto burbs I’m from the ghetto with Jerz
From where the pedal is served
Use hand, justice for words
Pick up the LA, they was ahead of the curb
My hooey gang bang
You could get left from the curb
Yea I was raised here, but I’m tryna export
Police is crook yea, the strippers is escorts
Like my homey Layla, really I can’t knock her
‘Cause she getting paper, month ago she was knocked up
Baby daddy your dope boy, fresh homey was locked up
But he on the same shit, fucked around and got shot up
You mind saying mind, I’m like why he even bother
At the same time don’t know what he was a part of
And Layla over the casket, see this coming harder
The hood went again, another summon the father
Gotta take it astride, round here it’s the usual
But I ain’t accustomed, that shit I can’t get used to
I’m tryna survive

[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can’t hide
‘Cause these streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
‘Cause I’m in two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.

[Verse 2:]
Yo, ghetto burbs I’m from the ghetto with Jerz
From where the ghetto’s disturbed, you can be dead and not heard
Say you’re predaly, and ended with better or worse
I lost faith but grandma still keep her head up in church
Murder is sky high, employment is real low
Little kid tryna rap, but will he get a deal? No
‘Cause poverty kills slow, belief is beyond you
7-9′er every 10 bitches here got the monster like my lil homey Tania
I met her in freak nik, freak yea
The same bitch the niggas be all out in the street with
Open, in love with the service
But she got resentment, she won’t see from the surface
So like so many women look right so she worship
Caught aids from rape and thought her whole life was worthless
Hoe couldn’t know how gorgeous her curbs is
She fuckin em raw and hope they catch it on purpose
You better survive

[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can’t hide
The streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
‘Cause I’m from two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.

[Verse 3:]
Ghetto burbs I’m from the ghetto with Jerz
I ain’t tryna act like my part of the ghetto’s the worst
Niggas is pricks here, they’ll buy stilettos for birds
How did I get here? They act like the men who don’t hurt
Dude just getting high, guess they tryna escape it
Won’t commit suicide, assuming they couldn’t take it
The streets is cold, still we runnin round naked
Success is avoid and we replace it with hatred
That’s your homey from way back, from showing the years oh
The friends turnin green even that after we’re old
You thinking kid? No, values to sheer clothes
Now you struggle for rent and he got ice in his ear lobes
Your man won’t even extend a hand, meeting all his career goals
You need a whole nother plan, your career’s broke
Valuables are more valuable than everything, even value the dudes
‘Cause you gotta survive

[Chorus: x2]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can’t hide
These streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
‘Cause I’m in two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.

[Outro:]
I’m from the ghetto burbs
Gotta know how to survive
Streets eat you up
Coming from the ghetto burbs
Said the streets eat you alive, alive yea yea yea
Coming from the ghetto burbs yea

JOE BUDDEN – Words Of A Chameleon

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

JOE BUDDEN feat. Emanny – Ayo

Ever felt like the World’s on your back and you need some love say AYO
And its hard to keep your life intact while they holdnig yo back, scream AYO
When enough is enough and it feels like
No matter what you do, nothing ever goes right
If you feel like me, let me here you say AYO

[Joe Budden]
Nah, it ain’t pills
So if I ain’t myself as of late it relates to another ordeal
Don’t suggest out ya mouth that maybe I’m stressed out or its God tryna test Mouse
Everything about me is changing and its new to me
I’m 29 going through a new puberty
Unusually the niggas that make moves take cues from me and say that I’m acting real foolishly
Well let me just explain my state
I’m thinking at whole nother rate
I hungry but I’m ordering with my eyes so there’s too much on my plate
Which means I can’t digest what I just ate
Wait, I’m paying too much, stop me or pop me for oxy?
I’m not me, will somebody stop me or copy
And tell calm down nigga, relax
I tell em calm down let me relapse

[Emanny - Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Yo, they telling me, the change is significant
Standing in the front but can’t see what they witnessing
I’m tryna take criminals, litigants, goon type niggas and turn em into business men
Change thinking patterns, give em business sense
Make ‘em model citizens, hang me if it’s a sin
Watch the cash come, patience I’m past
I’m tryna create demand for a girl who never had none
Be more bright, you fighting me all night
We’ll if I died tomorrow I’mma make sure you be alright
Turn students in to teachers, followers to leaders
But I strain my arm the further I try to reach it
Don’t mis-read it, I ain’t book smart but lets stay on the same page, let me be the bookmark
I know more, I can’t take no more so I show more
I kill me so you can have anything you hope for

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Ay, you ever try pulling a hat trick without magic
Shit, I’m doing outta habit, it’s outta habit
Cause I’ll flair up, high temper I’ll react quick
And go and try to fist fight a nigga without a ratchet
It’s funny, we all go and ask for wealth
But won’t none of us, ask for help
Well maybe I need to get some
And I’m like fuck giving nigga’s a fish
Follow me and I’mma teach you how to get one
Still they tell me I’m delusional
But there’s other niggas under this illusion too
It’s Karma catching up and mis-using dudes
I can’t think straight, look at what confusion’ll do
So I sink my knees in the floor
Gotta be something new gotta be in store?
I make bored outta bad hand
Trust me I got an exact plan
I’m a genius not a mad man

[Chorus]

JOE BUDDEN – When It All Implodes

[Verse 1]
They say the World’s coming to an end, homie I don’t care
Bullet proof in my closet that I don’t wear
Niggas talk behind my back as if I won’t hear
Back against the ropes like I won’t dare
Bitch I don’t tear
I know too many niggas facin’ 25 to life
I know too many ain’t make to 25 in life
Too many look up to me, I’m who they idolise
No soap opera I ain’t your guiding light
Worry bout my car and the kit, wattup Michael Knight
I bared my all, you would think I’m bout to die tonight
I’m tryna not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan
It mean I’m tryna not to get fucked, wattup!

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes

(I don’t have to tel you thinks are bad)
(Everybody knows things are bad. it’s a depression)

I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

[Verse 2]
They say the World’s coming to an end
I find it funny cause mine is just beginning
Mind is full of women, mines like a rollarcoaster
But I slow up the ride
Then they feel sick to they stomach
But all they could throw up is pride
You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore
Fuck a dollar if you morally poor
R R R all of your gonna see is royalty ?
Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty
It’s too many fake niggas not enough real
There’s too many emcee’s, not enough deals
Too many broke, when there’s too many bills
Too many ways to attain wealth, fuck the poor economy
Blame yourself
Guess we can’t all leave the hood just rapping
And say society is twisted like it just happened
Nigga, I call bogusness so if you fucked up
Probably cause you just noticed it

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

[Verse 3]
They say the World’s coming to an end
Now everybody got a complaint
Everybody tryna live like they some kind of saint
Only nigga not tryna be something I ain’t
That ain’t the picture I paint
And if I did it’d be ?
Life’s a bitch, I’m fully ready to meet her
I’ll be in my best fit, I’ma have the fresh caesar
Since I’m eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater
Have a fully loaded forty pointed at her when I meet her
? gunpoint, bitch don’t tempt me
Force her eyes open, looking vacant, empty
No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy
I’ve picked the wrong nigga couldn’t make it against me
Fuck ya healthcare, health scare
Even though I’m well aware
Counting down til I pull the trigger, like hell yeah
I be the last time you impose
Legs crossed with my cig lit
Now watch it all implode!

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

JOE BUDDEN – The Hard Part

See god built everyone differently ya mean ?
Everybody ain’t got the same make up, we ain’t all good to like
Only thing is when you put in that spot
You gotta ask yourself, when is enough

I’m gettin ready for the hard part
this is the first time me and you have been this far apart
Not the first time that you packed
But the first time that you left
First time I just stood and watched
More like stood there shocked look at what I’ve done
The first time that I can conceded and pride won
That was our first time in court together
But not really cuz I wasn’t allowed to even look your way
remember ? That’s that paper work you filed right ?
Cant communicate wit the woman bearer my child right
We both lost it shit was a wild night
unfortunately we ain’t go down without a fight
Always said I wouldn’t know what to do without you
Loved what I knew about you not was new about you
You stepped back and know the shit got realer
Cuz ya’ll was closer then most but still ain’t lookin familiar

[Hook]
I’m doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If I cant do nothing else I’ll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing I’m feeling on shorties thighs
And since I’m the one that ya’ll wanna try just know I’m ready to ride
Ugh…
I’m on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god’s watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
I’m just getting ready for the hard part

I’m getting ready for the hard part
but fuck it this is what we all wanted
So I figure fuck it I could use another crack at
So what I ran from for 8 years I’m right back at
Fucking with a major..
Now I got my group with me good cuz the scrunity usally has me actin stupidly
And even though they all think that I’m a weirdo
When I look to my left or my right they right there though
They was nieve when they said that we was all through
All walk the same path feel like we the lords group
The industry don’t know the type of damage we gonna cause you
The same ones you called flukes is lookin like war troops
At the point where even legends give respect
Went from outside of the game to gettin lead in by the best
Cuz yeah wont stop till our title they cant argue
Know we closer then most still I gotta thank marshall

[Hook]
I’m doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If I cant do nothing else I’ll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing I’m feeling on shorties thighs
And since I’m the one that ya’ll wanna try just know I’m ready to ride
Ugh…
I’m on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god’s watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
I’m just getting ready for the hard part

I’m getting closer to family closer to my regime
Closer to gwap elly I mean closer to my dreams
I was closer to the block was closer to them phiens
So nah I ain’t from the streets but we closer then we seem
Closer to comfort closer to wealth
But not closer then you can afford you gotta know yourself
I mean closer to a lead so its murder in the booth
Say they closer to real but that’s further from the truth
But I’m closer then the people that’s wishing for my demise
Fuck me ? Worry bout’ that sickness you got inside
Figure I’m just a reflection of your miserable life
And since you less fortunette you want a picture and a prize why ?
Stayed to myself and get closer to rap
Cuz getting closer to you would be getting closer to that
And since that’s a little ways I’m coming closer to forwishing
I just kick my feet back and got a shoufer for the distance

[Hook]
I’m doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If I cant do nothing else I’ll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing I’m feeling on shorties thighs
And since I’m the one that ya’ll wanna try just know I’m ready to ride
Ugh…
I’m on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god’s watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
I’m just getting ready for the hard part

JOE BUDDEN – The Helmet (Interlude)

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?)

JOE BUDDEN – Spring Training

We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing
Nah, I’m not rapping, I’m prophesizing
Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley
Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCK
Ain’t nothing you can say that might offend me
Not when only reason shorty’s in the ride is to ? me
When you do a little better they begin to hate ya
So I keep animals with me, it’s just in my nature
If you don’t wanna hear the real then I ain’t finna make ya
You just keep hearing what’s coming from them incinerators
But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it
Me, I been to hell and back the shit is over rated
But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me
He’ll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys
You want a crash course? Know the damages
I promise y’all that if I got high I’d smoke Canibus
From best to worst, from legend to barely here
Since they repo’d your prime this shit ain’t really fair
Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight
Lost Buckingham Palace, now it’s Section 8
In ’012 why rep that hard?
And who the fuck dug him up from Wyclef’s backyard?
But off him, not a part of you is trife
And you can’t afford the drama when your Arsenal’s a knife
No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan
Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans
I ain’t even got to stab you, far from a threat
I don’t get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you
Come to rapper shit, you real bad at matching wits
I’m better with a badder bitch, how I’m not the catalyst?
When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit
I fall off the same day Tyler Perry’ll miss it
But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly
Call this a rivalry when your idle’s me
How you throw a shot at everything you try to be?
Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me
Now tell me that’s your strategy son
The clip’s extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn
Sayin’ we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me?
As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies
And if you decide to cross Joe, I’ll be waiting with a crossbow
And feed his torso to my baby cane corso
Shit has gone far enough, it’s time to finish this
Should stop starting chess matches ‘gainst the limitless
Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed
Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy
I don’t care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke
You think the fans are buying music, I’m selling hope
Here’s some insight homie, fuck making a friend
My funeral gonna be by invite-only
By chance I’m going to hell maybe for selling dope
I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope
Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope
A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar’s low
Bottle service, maybe a couple whores
High ceilings, flat screens and double doors
I’m not a cult member, I’m not a worshipper
Just a Jers nigga tryin’a have a couple words with her
Strollin’ through the hood till she seem outta place
Used to niggas blowing her up that’ll cling to her waist
Me, I’ve never been a nigga that a fiend had to chase
Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face
So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash
A one time only event, won’t get a recap
Aim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your crib
When you get home, your lil’ girl in the back they think it’s TCAP
So y’all can put all the blaming on me
But keep in mind this is training for me

JOE BUDDEN – Stay Schemin’ (Freestyle)

Used to strive to be a G but that caper was over wit’
When I wanted a M, this was all labeled appropriate
One I fronted for, one was heavy in the rear
Til I made that and realized that one was already there
Check it, they asking bout my well being, well I been fine
I just did some sets of 50 on the incline
I don’t do the games, but if I happen to be into one
Burner to his melon, just my version of temple run
They tell me I’m crazy, they say that Joe’s off
But I ain’t tryna rap wit new ideas using old thoughts
The whole premise of they argument is so forced
So what that say for you, if you concluded that wit’ no cause
That’s just some lil truth for you know-it-alls
Nigga I can roof a bowling ball
I make a mayor change his point of view
And won’t always show wit’ his face depends on who its pointed to
Now a bunch of groupie niggas want to join the crew
Models want to join the pool, it’s funny what some coins will do
My regular sex’ll be a porn to ya’ll
Its wierd since I never fucked none of my friends that’s porno stars
Wait… forgot about that night up in the fountain blue
Decapitate that other bar, head I wasn’t counted dude
When its normal for you, you ain’t gotta play to win
I’m more concerned with how Melo’s gonna play wit Lin
I took a break for a sec, I’m done chilling
Thought I lost my hunger, kind of had this numb feeling
Haters say I’m wack, paint me as that one villain
But I’ll be nice longer than they gon’ be unwilling nigga!
Now I’m only chasing bills hard
You won’t understand it ’til you face the right pill charge
Worry free cause my lawyer get it crunk
Told me I’d get time serve without ever hitting a bunk
I don’t bother wit’ a glock
Or haven’t since I parted from the block
But if duke talking crazy then he’ll do it to a cartridge full of shots
Find his body in a river down in Austin won’t matter if his father is a doc
Nigga!! Feet dangling from a small stretcher
Convo interrupted by a small heckler
Cause the boy feel like rapping again
You heard a Clue tape you know its about to happen again
Joey…

Joe Budden – Switch Positions

See these other dudes is into you cause you fine
And even that’s fine, I don’t mind alright
Me, I have fun my whole life
You can find that anywhere
It’s about lil more than that over here
It’s more than just a after-sex
Call me when you want something else
From something til

[Verse 1:]
Top off, trench coat
Slow it down, switch the tempo
White wine, in slow
Curtains open, let the niggas watch us through the window
Lights out, candle lit
I’m tryna see what’s up right now
Got me open as a fuck right now
Probably why I’m tryna fuck right now
I’ll take that back, it’s the wrong impression
But I bet you 30 minutes leave a long impression
Hair pulled, with your back arched
I ain’t even gotta ask who this is
Foolishness, you heaven sent
And it’s evident how you do that shit
Got a compliment, yo confidence
‘Cause I love how you exude that shit
Already know you the illest alive
You don’t even shine to prove that shit
Call it training day, I know wifey proud of me
Til I had a draining day, she suck the life right out of me
My turn, gon eat it
Turn over, but I’m tryna keep it

[Chorus:]
Can’t you see that I’m gonna give you everything [?]
Everything that you need
What I really feel is
Sexual healing is what I am giving you
I know that I’m a broke, girl wait
Switch positions, switch positions
I know that I’m a broke, girl wait
Switch positions
Let’s do it

[Interlude:]
Tonight let’s get it lusty
I wanna touch you
And if it make you my girlfriend I’m gonna cuff you
Maybe we can chill all day
Ride up on the beach and now I play
What you say?
(What you say?)
What you say? What you want?
What you need? Yea you know I like that fuck
Got that fire, anything I let you have
Just sex me

[Verse 2:]
Full course meal, now the dinner gone
Closet full of clothes, still nothing but the skin is on
Don’t matter if it’s your place or my place
But if mine, the patio got a fireplace
Trust me, you ain’t seen shit just yet
Not compared to how shit can get
Me on top of you dripping sweat
And that don’t matter, you drippin wet
Your turn, on top
And you can crash here, just promise me you won’t stop

[Chorus:]
Can’t you see that I’m gonna give you everything [?]
Everything that you need
What I really feel is
Sexual healing is what I am giving you
I know that I’m a broke, girl wait
Switch positions, switch positions
I know that I’m a broke, girl wait
Switch positions
Let’s do it

[Verse 3:]
Two rounds might lead to four
All the pain know how you feel low
We suckin on you, all while you bitin on that pillow
Same time next week but I asked her how she feel first
Said she wanted some days off, since she needed to heal first
She told me smack her ass like she was actin up
I told her put it down, but she backed it up
Our turn, one forever
Arrive separate but come together

[Chorus:]
Can’t you see that I’m gonna give you everything [?]
Everything that you need
What I really feel is
Sexual healing is what I am giving you
I know that I’m a broke, girl wait
Switch positions, switch positions
I know that I’m a broke, girl wait
Switch positions
Let’s do it

[Outro:]
Yea
You know?
I visualize
Every part of you
And I just
I can’t help but to explore
Every part of you, yea

Joe Budden – Tell Him Somethin’

[Hook 1: Emanny]
Tell him something
Say whatever you think he’d wanna hear girl
If it don’t come between me, you and this mirror girl
I don’t care girl
Just tell him something
Tell him something
Tell him something
Let him know a real nigga is fuckin you
But that’ll probably make you feel uncomfortable
Whatchu gonna do?
Tell him something
Tell him something

[Hook 2: Emanny]
It’s crazy, it’s crazy
How he got your brain
But his body don’t do a damn thing for you
Now oh baby, oh baby
Been trying to get away
Cause you know I do the things he won’t do

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
You can tell him that we best of friends, or we just met
Tell him that you hate my guts, that was just sex
Can say we never kissed, those were just pecks
Tell him put your phone down, that was just a text
Or, tell him you cherish our bond on the weekly
Or how you jump in my arms when you see me
Tell him I threw on the charm it was easy
It’s to the point now where your mom wanna meet me
Tell him I think you’re beautiful
Tell him all the wild shit that I do to you
Would he approve of that? Or would his world be shattered?
And if you didn’t care would it really matter?
Wait, could say it ain’t the ride or the whips
But tell him the size of the ship
Or, just tell him you were tired of his shit
And I reminded you of how live it gets

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Tell him you don’t feel appreciated
Tell him with me it’s alleviated
Incomparable
How I do things that he wouldn’t dare to do
Or act like I don’t care to take it there with you
Wait, as a matter a fact
Tell him he could be mad at the fact,
You finally met a nigga that ain’t mad at your past
Or tell him he can be mad at the past

[Hook 2]

[Bridge:]
You get his call and he asks what you doing just say, “With your friends”
And while you on that phone waiting for him to hang up, girl, I’ll be here
Ready to take over
Your body’s yearning for what he can’t give
And I know just how y’all’s story gon’ end
Once I give it to you, babe

[Hook 1]

[Hook 3:]
Tell him you mourn him, tell him you’re on it, tell him you can’t see, your life without me
Tell him he’s deaded now, all because I’m alive
Tell him it’s wetter now and you love it when I’m inside
Tell him you like your hair pulled, tell him you like my tongue there
Tell him in detail, make sure you not unclear cause he gotta know, cause he gotta know

[Hook 1]

Joe Budden – Runaway

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I said all that I’ll say, so I stand with no apologies
I’ve popped all that I popped, wasn’t too recently that it got to me
Those of ya’ll that love Joe, gotta admit the shit was a lot to see
Today I take all of the credit like I did away with modesty
I lost weight, lost faith, I got caught up in that vacuum
My stomach turned and my eyes burned, and I became best friends with the bathroom
Today it takes all the strength I have inside for me to avoid the rush
Face pokered over the toilet, all you hear is a royal flush
Was under the control, though they warned me about addiction
Mind manifested again in the form of a prescription
And it’s funny what the effects of that little pill’ll do
Funny shit that keeps you alive can also kill you
But it’s my life, guess I’m stuck in it
Sometimes I wanna just be normal like them other kids
The demon I battle with every night is simply drugs and shit
But I’ll runaway from it all if God deems that I’ve had enough of it

[Hook:]
They say don’t get lost, you are the leader
And don’t do that, be a believer
When the sun goes down, you better hide
It’s a dangerous world, better stay inside and
Run along, run along
It’s a long long way, home from here
Run along, run along
It’s a long long way, home from here, yeah

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, it go
How come they can roll? Ya’ll tell me how come they can smoke, they can drink?
They get to do whatever they want and it don’t interrupt the way they think
They all get to be regular, why is it only me this odd?
Me who can’t even stand up straight, me who can’t even keep a job
Maybe I’m asking for too much, a tiny piece of normalcy
Or answer to any one of my fucking prayers that’s asking what’s wrong with me
Maybe I’m tired of being unique, tired of being that outcast
I’m tired of me being the only one, so tired of you all not knowing about that
I’m tired of it all, want me to fall a spectacle, for the crowd to see
Or being the only one with faith, I’m tired of everybody doubting me
I’m tired of responding to grown ass folks that think so motha fuckin childishly
Aches, wish I could take my parents’ genes the fuck up out of me
Tired of wanting to run somewhere, tired of having to bare it all
Tired of you fucks constantly taking from me and I’m willing to share it all
Tired of being objective, I’m tired of having to hear it all
But being alone is the only way I know to never be near it all

[Hook]

JOE BUDDEN – She Don’t Put It Down

She ain’t got a leg to stand on, don’t even trip

[Joe Budden]
I can take you all over the world though
Even tell you pack light
The last lie couldn’t even get a cab ride
She don’t do the blogs but even if she did
She would be on mad sites
Ass so mean I always on her bad side
Ugh, now she don’t ever stress me ’bout my wearabouts
Never seems concerned with other birds that she may hear about
She mind hers, its my turn
That shit she barely hear about
Look amazing on me, why I’m always tryna wear her out
She don’t ride like you, no she don’t taste like that
Not with a waist like that, do I let her go to waste like that
She a mix between Karma Sutra porno flicks
Funny how her breath get shorter when I give her long dick
And I’m telling ya’ll straight up might think [?] even when she not made up
She kill ‘em in Levi’s, see why it ain’t even fair
Look good in whatever she wear
How could other women compare, they can’t

[Tank - Chorus]
I don’t put another in your space, damn if you do
It’s been hard to replace
I just want the same judge sittin’ on the case
She gon’ hate but she know
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don’t, she don’t)
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don’t, she don’t)
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don’t, she don’t)
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don’t, she don’t)

[Lil Wayne]
I can see the stars in the day time
Bitch I miss you like a deadline
And the girl I’m with is just the girl I’m with
I mean it’s working out, so were staying fit
But you know love is nothing ask Stan Smith
But I gotta keep a bad bitch like Brad Pitt
Remember our first kiss?
or our last kiss?
I used to go dummy in that pussy, crash test
You be fucking that nigga like you was fucking me
Hah, Fuck that nigga, he can’t fuck with me
I’m Tunechi bitch and you know that
And that pussy throw back
Any given night I’d still pop that ass like a prozac
Girl you know you got that murder
A beast in that La Perla
And everytime we cut I used to shred a nigga turtles
And I know you still love me
And I know ya still for me
Thats why we still fucking
Cause she don’t put it down like you

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Looking round mine, no downtime, see nothing else even matters
Can’t even walk slow through that mall cause paparazzi running after
Baby girl, working it like a pro
Slow it down or move it faster
Whether them lights on or them lights off like I’m sleeping with the clapper
Still she watching what she eat
Yet, that ass keep getting fatter
How I’m sexing her [?], no longer be a factor
Plus her already know, you don’t turn them all to?
Climb with the former rather latter
You already know which one I’d rather come’on

[Chorus]