Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Longer Needed Here, artist - Devin the Dude. Album song Waitin' To Inhale, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
No Longer Needed Here |
So you say you need some time |
To find yourself and free your mind |
I can see it clear |
I’m no longer needed here |
Say you need some time |
To find youself and free your mind |
I can see it clear |
Im no longer needed here |
Gave you damn near everything |
You wasn’t no hoe to me |
Protected and provided for you |
Cause that’s how it pose to be |
But now all of the sudden you want independence |
Don’t say where you’re goin you’ll just be back in a minute |
So I just say fuck it cause you always had your freedom |
Go and find your friends if you really need em' |
To feel good about yourself and give your spirit a boost |
They fuckin over their men hell you might as well do it too |
Go find that fountain of youth, that fantasy life |
Where you don’t have to work on it to make it right |
I never meant to bring you down |
You grit your teeth and you frown whenever I come around |
And I guess you had enough, packin up leavin |
Throwin in the towel for no apparent reason |
But I’ll be aight in the wind as I ride |
Thinkin bout the times when you were by my side |
No matter what I do for you girl it ain’t enough |
I helped you raise some bad ass kids and bought you stuff |
You know, food to eat money for daycare |
I helped you pay your rent sometimes and I don’t even stay there |
But who cares we suppose to be one |
Late night smokin purple watchin Sanford and Son |
That’s how we use to get down now we fuss and we fight |
Cause im always in the studio, the club every night |
You wanna do what your friends do |
And hang where them hoes hang |
I’d rather be alone bitch I’m through with this whole thing |
I’m doin my own thing so you should do the same |
Stop blowin up my Nextel cryin ain’t' nothin changed |
Makin up excuses to leave that’s old game |
You ain’t gotta make excuses to me just go I won’t complain |
You want the train or the bus I’ll call you a cab |
And you can hand me back my keys to my Jag |