Joe Budden

[Joe Budden]
Yo, I dont wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
Im livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day another struggle, yo
I know its fucked up what a lack of cakell do
A few people wanna move in and stay wit you
You wish you could help em all, but you aint able to
Cause the rents a lil late plus the cables due
You and your girlfriend are beefin in a serious way
You used to be faithful (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real)
Finally got your mind made on going your separate ways WAIT
Nah homeboy, her periods late now THINK
Your times runnin out do it quickly (WHY?!)
Cause she starts crying, moods gettin sticky
If I dont want it shell want nuttin to do wit me
JUST GET THE ABORTION AND ILL GIVE YOU THE 250!
But if you say that to her than you wrong
You aint think bout that you was gettin your groove on
Cant take care of myself nevermind a new born
I guess the pussy got too good for too long
Seems like my money goes by too easy
Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly
Hoopty done shitted, you spendin more money tryin to fix it
Than when you did tryin to get it (CMON!)
Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger
Who the fuck keeps callin from this private number?
Theres crime on my mind and my nails are dirty
The floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey
Depression starts talkin and his voice is raspy
CAUSE HE AINT SHUT THE FUCK UP IN 3 AND A HALF WEEKS!
Look, beard is full, hair is nappy
These jeans aint mine so they way too baggy
Priorities fucked shit startin to gas me
Its like my lil mans life slipped right past me (talk to em)
Startin to trap me
His names Dwayne SO WHY THE FUCK MY SON KEEP CALLIN HIM DADDY?!
Same shit that I feared after all these years
I gotta breathe I cant believe my ears
Wipin out my eyes Im damn near in tears
But you cant be mad, you know you aint been there (nah)
Grab his moms I throw her against the door
But in the back of your mind you know it aint her fault (nah)
I aint mad at all, Im just bothered
I get honest for real I aint been the best father like
Toys R Us, Chuck E Cheese
You know a lil boy grow up wit these needs
New Years or Christmas, even the birthday
At least bring the nigga to his school on the first day (OHHHH)
I cant believe it, this the same way that I was treated
So maybe its history repeated
I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid
But this one it really feel like its his (OHHHH)
Its the truth and I hate that fact
WAIT, shouldnt of said that I take that back
Look, I apologize lets rewind this whole story like NaS
C4 just erase that track (CMON!)
I dont care if only the track trust me
FUCK! what niggaz say only God can judge me
FUCK! what niggaz heard or think or even thought
Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short
Ya heard?
[ Are You In That Mood Yet Lyrics ]