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    Its your motherfuckin boy
    Jump Off Joe Budden here
    Clinton Sparks
    We gonna get familiar with it
    We gonna get familiar together matter fact
    Boston stand up
    Jerz stand up
    Sparks, solid its your boy

    [Chorus: repeat 4X]
    Whatever it takes
    To find a way
    To find a way
    To find a way
    I'ma do

    I'm dealin with some shit homie
    Its in the back of my head
    And its some shit homie
    But I just rap it instead
    See I got Wolverine claws in me
    But the whole worlds throwin stones at me
    Like they all got a bone with me
    Got a childs mother
    And I hate her to death
    But that's my childs mother
    So that's my major till death
    Its wild how I love her
    For putting little me here
    And me and here could be forever
    she gon still be there
    but there some other niggaz
    I just take care of the room
    But they some other niggaz
    Now lets get back to the song
    I got a drug problem
    That I ain't attended to
    Because I got enough problems
    And my solution is to stuff problems
    But if something goes wrong with that
    Then its back to PCP
    And so long with raps
    See I'm depressed lately
    But nobody understands that I'm depressed lately
    I'm sorta feelin represed lately
    And youll be hearin and seein me less lately
    Like has anyone noticed the regress lately
    Look deep nigga
    Don't I seem stressed lately
    Seem disturbed
    Alotta regrets lately
    Got a company
    That I'm signed to
    But they ain't in my company
    When all I need is some company
    When I start feelin like everybodies done with me
    I'm tryin to see what everybody want fwith me
    Then the mistress
    Yeah the girl from *10 minutes its her
    Now I'm needed ten minutes for her
    I can't get into it
    But I want y'all to know
    That ill get into
    But ill save that for *The Growth
    And this rap beef
    But I'm so secure with me
    Its only rap beef
    I don't need security
    Wanna get at me
    Wanna go to war with me
    That's just one phone call from me
    Check this shit
    I got a whole hood
    That don't appreciate me
    It's not the whole hood
    That depreciates me
    What you gonna tell me
    When it's the streets that made me
    And I won't let the belly of the beast degrade me
    And then theres rap critics
    They say all I make is dance music
    But to almost anything
    You can dance stupid
    They ain't like the single
    But they ain't cop the album
    Wouldn't give a chance to it
    Not a second glance to it
    They say he whines too much
    Hes too bitter
    They call it complaining
    I call it explaining
    I know normal niggaz get caught up in the game and
    Lose they mind and y'all call it entertainment
    Its some shit with me
    And dudes been knew that
    But I'm gambling a lot and I ain't used to do that
    And then rap ain't payin the bills
    Its more money more problems
    Or its no money more problems
    Its all enormous when you playin these games
    That's how it feel to have a warrant on a famous face
    Then the albums pushed back because they say he need a
    single at the moment
    When what he need is a single moment
    Then I'm involved in the he say she say
    And that's on my mind on replay each day
    Then theres the bullshit that she say that hes gay
    But she wouldn't like to think that I ain't like her
    Just because she was throwin it at me and I ain't touch
    Shell say anything sides from I ain't wanna fuck her
    I don't feel good
    So I don't wanna go to a club
    dont wanna go to a lounge
    just wanna lounge
    in the same sweats that I had on for days
    same tee I had on for a week
    what I got on it speaks
    what I got on it reeks
    no shape up
    cause but that's just how I'm feelin
    and one day at a time
    its God willin
    im tryin to see straight
    but the fog keeps building
    pulse start racing
    the bulls startin to hate me
    but I gotta be a king
    cause its wolves tryin to play me
    hoodie when its hot like its freezing winter
    rest, starve, eat and sleep for dinner
    and its hard trying keep this in ya
    So I write it all down
    So one day maybe
    When life is all sweet ill remember
    Then its probation
    I know we all go through it
    We call it pro-bation
    But there's no pros to it
    And my souls aching
    Only a few peers know
    Funny thing about the case is it's a few years old
    I had some shit going on with my dick
    It felt good but its bad
    So I'm sitting here like what the bitch had
    It's not Graph, Its real
    Look scrappy its true
    Dog whats poppin
    Do he look happy to you
    Now if it goes to the wire
    Got the soul of a fighter
    Bruised up and sloppy
    I damage like Ali
    Up late talking to the fans on the website
    That's the only thing that send your man of to bed
    Well maybe not moms
    Just let me remain calm
    This too won't last
    This too shall pass
    At least that's what I say dog
    That's what I pray for
    And I'm the only thing that's standing in my way yall
    But I gotta be wit me
    There's no escape yall
    I guess depression just stepped in and took over shit
    like its known to do
    I guess its that
    Hey Joe I'm going home with you
    Turn your phone off
    I need to be alone with you
    I need to be in the zone with you
    Cause I'm the only thing you grown to nigga
    Look I own you nigga
    Been with me since ten
    But you startin to confuse me
    Cause Its been so long
    You still trying to lose me
    Like bitch how could you show me such cruelty
    When everybody turns there back on you
    Joe it's just you and me
    You don't want me to see you right
    And why you always come see me how we reunite
    Tell me
    I know you feel for me deep in your heart
    Doctors, meetings, pills couldn't keep us apart
    Now you got a deal
    And you wanna get rid of me
    But we roommates
    I'm in your head Joe
    You live with me
    So I don't write for the fans
    I write to my man
    And hope hell just leave and understand
    Like please leave the kid in peace
    Let me smoke this one cig in peace
    Just leave me for a second man
    Its been too long and I can't coupe it
    And as long as you around I can't make that dance music


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