| I’m on the outside and I’m looking in
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| I can see through you, see your true colours
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| Inside you’re ugly, ugly like me
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| I can see through you, see through the real you
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| Lemme talk to them real quick
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| It’s, it’s, it’s what? |
| It’s that On Top music
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| Niggas said the only cat I cared about is myself
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| When shit’s thick, don’t nobody’s whereabouts but myself
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| When you’re faced with it all and your back’s against the wall
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| You’ll be listenin' but all you hear about is yourself
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| Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain’t reliable
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| You’re lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain’t desirable
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| Need another nigga besides yourself on the side of you
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| Can’t listen to yourself, all he do is lie to you
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| Now tell me who’s supposed to have your best intrest
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| When shit ain’t lookin' up, you start havin' less intrest
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| Tryin' to leave the hood but the slugs keep commin'
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| Keep chasin' the buck but the buck keep runnin'
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| I don’t trust nobody, I don’t love nobody
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| I don’t fuck with nobody but me, I can’t lose
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| No moves’ll be funny and I never let myself down
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| How so? |
| I don’t expect too much from me
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| I’m everything the hip hop critics try to slight
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| Got no problem bringin' out the shit hip hop hides
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| So I do the club shit for the blind, they can’t see
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| You write some substance and sometimes they can’t read
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| Needle in the haystack, hidden jewel the most
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| So fly, down to earth, he’s so cool to most
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| A regular hood nigga with he’s two the most
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| And he’s so smart, he’s stupid. |
| Still a fool to most
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| Tell me how could somebody so sane, be so off
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| So normal, he’s not. |
| It’s so strange, he’s so lost
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| And you’re lookin' for someone to blame, there’s no fault
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| Now you’re feelin' all this pain, there’s no source
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| Eyes open, I can’t blink right now, I can’t think right now
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| Bartender, I need a drink right now
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| Pen movin' but there’s not enough ink right now
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| Nah ship you can’t sink right now
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| T-shirt filthy nigga, eyes lookin' like a guilty nigga
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| Beard look like he’s a Philly nigga
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| Fistball like somebody tryna steal me nigga
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| I pour my heart out on wax, you gotta feel me nigga
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| And no over the counter that can heal me nigga
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| Gun cocked like there’s some nigga tryna kill me nigga
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| And try whatever it is you tryna deal me nigga
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| 'Lest they got some new shit that might grill me nigga
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| I pull out like break me off, peel me nigga
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| The games short like I owe you, bill me nigga
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| Unless you’re a thick bitch that might appeal to me nigga
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| Naw don’t beat me down, don’t drill me nigga
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| I’m like really nigga, I’m too ill to these niggas
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| How long you think this games gonna conceal me nigga
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| Even if I don’t scan a few milly my nigga
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| I fell and I got up and I’m still me nigga
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| It’s, it’s, it’s what? |
| It’s that On Top music |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stained, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Mood Muzik Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп