[Chorus: Frou Frou sample]
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If you think that it's so damn easy
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Then what do you need me for?
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Just look at the state of you
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Babe, snap out of it
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You're not listening to this
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[Joe Budden]
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Yeah... talk to 'em! Ohh
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HUH? Joey!
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It's, it's, that on top
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Must be I'm just avoidin the inevitable, dodgin my fate
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So many things a nigga gotta escape
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Autobiographical, I need my life to maybe hop on a page
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that'll end with a sigh, goodbye, with my mouth open cockin a gauge
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How you the greatest at your job, but they dockin your pay?
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Guess when God's holdin a bar they start mockin your ways
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Murder my fans while I'm rockin on stage
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Naw let me chill, I ain't thinkin at a logical state
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I catch 'em while they noddin they head, sayin the words
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And start a blood bath, right as they repeatin the verse
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at the show let 'em know that they help lead to me bein disturbed
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I'm thinkin {"You're not making any sense"} ha ha, listen (OHH!)
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How much longer you expect me to be degraded
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by niggaz who can't appreciate bein appreciated?
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Y'all made this beef related
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One less person to judge, just one more problem alleviated (HUH?)
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[Chorus]
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[Joe Budden]
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Ya mean, uh, fruck's goin on?
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Yeah! Listen
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I'll stand before your honor, without a alibi, lost kinda
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Just a product of a lost genre
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Cuffed like I'ma cause drama, headline un-remorsed trauma
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Sweat drippin from my head like I performed a concert
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No alibi for my unlawful conduct
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I need a pardon from the president, call Obama
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And tell him I was goin all out
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I was doin God's work, I thought the nigga called out
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{"Snap out of it, you're not making any sense"}
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They don't hear me, check it!
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You lookin at a more honest improve in me
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All of the comments and scutiny, drive him to lunacy
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Committin hate crimes as if I got immunity
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A opportune time to have opportunity
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Not, but when he don't stop by it just ruins me
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Pride is persuin me, why's it rebukin me?
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I got demons by my door, staked out
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I'm inside goin over my escape route
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[Chorus w/ Budden singing along]
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[Interlude: Frou Frou sample]
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Now I've had it up to here
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Don't ever try that again
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Why are you so quiet so suddenly?
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Go on, have it
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You're just dying to tryyyyy me!
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[Joe Budden]
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Yeah, uh-huh-uh, uhh
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Muh'frucker, uh, uh
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Let me tell you
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Yo, see I'm in search of privacy
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On e'ry social network, but don't wan' network with society
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That's, probably why my net worth ain't so high to me
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These Percosets work, now they FUCKIN with my sobriety
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I'm chasin a hit - all in Heath Ledge
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(Dark Knight) overdose, I ain't chasin the SHIT!
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I got a audience, they just got me hatin this shit
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Or is it how I view life, and how vacant it is
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Watch me and see a horrible movie, bad reviews
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Scattered views with a cold heart, wrong attitude
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I ain't got a thing in common with these rapper dudes
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Nigga! {"You're not making any sense"}
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Okay, aside from some drawn-out thoughts, mags and tools
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I don't think they know what it FEEL like to be battered, bruised
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And still they can't see me with the ink
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So try fuckin the world ain't as easy as you think, nigga!
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[Chorus + Interlude]
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[Outro: Joe Budden]
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Oh, Joey! Ta-ha
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Fruck's goin on?
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You need me for?
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Fuck them all niggaz, geah
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The fruck's goin on?
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Nigga! Ta-ha, yeah
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It's, it's...
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Warn yourself
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State Of You
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Joe Budden |