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Nothing stays the same forever.....not even me |
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Check this...check it[Joe Budden - Verse 1] |
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Something must've changed me, n-ggas might defame me |
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But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me |
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Strangely |
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I'm no longer sad man or angry |
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Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like this just ain't me |
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Mainly what do |
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I tell all the people that thanked me |
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Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me |
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Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me |
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Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me |
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Worrying less about the past more about the now |
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Less about what |
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I'm going though more about the how |
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It's for certain it's been 30 years being fit for hurting |
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Now I'm a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens |
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For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer |
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And honestly this year |
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I expect to make a lot more |
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It's hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted |
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In a house thats so peaceful that |
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I'm trying to disrupt it |
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Scream f**k it not because |
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I have to but because |
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I love itWhich makes me as fake as the puppets that |
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I speak of disgusted |
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Without a paddle up sh-t's creek |
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Dig deep and see it ain't life it's just me |
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So be warned as |
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I'm putting on like |
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I'm deformed |
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Only so y'all can accept it as being my norm |
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Maybe I quit working on me, maybe |
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I given up |
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Maybe I been lying to myself maybe |
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I give a f-ck.[Chorus] |
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It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out |
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Aim it at the sky while |
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I'm running from a black cloud |
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Every day we playin cat and mouse as |
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I watch it hoverin over my glass house |
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It's enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out |
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Aim it at the sky while |
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I'm running from a black cloud |
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Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.[Joe Budden - Verse 2] |
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I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly |
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Trying to make my girl get it she don't know it's very scary |
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But she's a nympho she can come barely near me |
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She still want the |
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God and i don't think she's mary mary |
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The prettiest bitches they just want to service me |
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While n-ggas prettiest bitches wouldn't get a word from me |
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Some of you haven't heard from me some of you wouldn't mind murking me |
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Found that news funny likes its stright from |
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Ron Burgundy |
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These n-ggas ain't never seen dough |
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They can't dream though i bump into 'em in between shows |
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People say im emo what that really mean though |
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Is though the song can't breathe |
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I actually make it seem so |
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I lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me |
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Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me |
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Normally it's just me and my lonely mind |
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Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine |
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Fans recognize my misery uplifted me |
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Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me |
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Maybe its serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically |
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Maybe I should man up and tell |
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GOD not to solicit me |
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Been medicated, meditated |
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Sedated, hated |
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Character assassinated, all theses years |
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I masqueraded |
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Hard headed, if it was on my mind |
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I had to say it |
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Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted |
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Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated |
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Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated |
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Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me |
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Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly |
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Now lemme speak to who |
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I cater to |
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Would you love me to say(or sang?), before my weeks were not favorable |
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Promised to maintain being unique but relatable |
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All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you |
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Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses |
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Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid |
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Continents on |
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Kush, every vowel is blunted |
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Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded |
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This is bigger than the |
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Eiffle, this is alert to public |
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Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle |
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Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching |
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This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making |
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This is panic unveiling, got potential but |
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I never met it |
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He be trying to come over, it seem like |
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GOD won't let it |
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Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it |
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But if all |
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I'm hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am |
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I pessimistic? |
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You'll never progress if you'll never try |
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All I ask, let every word |
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I birth, never die |
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My wings spread, but when |
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I'm at the sky |
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Weather didn't change like |
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I thought and had me petrified.[Chorus] |
