Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 10 Mins. , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Joe Budden, in the genre R&BRelease date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 10 Mins. , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Joe Budden, in the genre R&B10 Mins. |
| See what I’mma do is, like… |
| I just kinda wanna be able to, you know… |
| Smoke by myself |
| Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had to say or |
| Without really havin' to do nothin' |
| So I’mma go buy this pack, of 100's |
| Take me about 10 minutes to smoke a whole 100 |
| Yeah, I’mma snip one upside down |
| And I’mma take one out and I’mma light it… |
| Just give me 10 minutes |
| I just need 10 minutes alone |
| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
| Give me 10 minutes |
| Without y’all comin at me with that bull |
| Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull |
| And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace |
| Let me smoke this one cig in peace |
| Look, now 'is a couple dudes that don’t wanna see me poppin' |
| They sarcastically ask me 'when your CD’s droppin' |
| Gotta keep my game face |
| They don’t leave me no options |
| Can’t lose my cool I know the streets keep watchin' |
| Dudes wanna see me lose it all |
| But I ain’t come this far to fall |
| Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all |
| I ain’t come this far to fall |
| And I ain’t gotta walk around with my clip and nine |
| A real nigga just open his coat to me and said his is mine |
| He said call him with his problems |
| But he don’t know that there’s always problems, it only gets worse |
| Like, some dudes get threatened they can’t stop me |
| So all they do is threaten to pop me |
| But go and get your weapon and cock, G |
| See it’s real here, I dun been up and down the block all week and I’m still here |
| Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at |
| Gangsta’s, gorillas, damoo’s and locs at |
| Where the bricks, where the dip, where the X, where the morphine be |
| Take the turnpike to 14B |
| But now it’s back to this pussy dude threatenin' to hurt me |
| I didn’t know all of this came with reppin' Jersey |
| But now it’s no secret |
| If the thought of jump off doin it makes you so heated nigga so be it |
| But certain beef will be handeled if you’re special |
| Only marble in the crib, is the handle on the special |
| My guns in the hood |
| I can’t run from the hood |
| Nigga my sons in the hood |
| That should tell you what’s what |
| Soon as I feel good you retards remind me |
| But son, it ain’t hard to find me |
| I’m at ringside any time the fights on |
| And I’m in the big black truck with the Carolina lights on |
| Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway |
| I’m in the strip club almost every Friday |
| Kats is cornballs |
| Y’all dudes is bitches |
| Like I ain’t got enough problems with this music business |
| Just give me 10 minutes |
| I just need 10 minutes alone |
| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
| Give me 10 minutes |
| Without y’all comin at me with that bull |
| Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull |
| And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace |
| Let me smoke this one cig in peace |
| Some days I don’t wanna be bothered |
| Some days I just miss my father (damn) |
| Some days I just miss my father |
| Some days I wanna relapse on redline |
| Cuz he’ll be gone for 26 months fed time |
| I try to maintain through all this |
| And pray to god pop keep the same clean date in Fort Dix |
| My pockets flat kid |
| You do the math on $ 5.15 an hour full time after taxes |
| That wasn’t good enough to keep my MO |
| Shit that wasn’t good enough to complete my demo, for real |
| Some days I don’t wanna be seen |
| And some days I don’t shower, I don’t wanna be clean |
| Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you |
| So I blow my cig smoke right at the Truth commercial |
| Some days I don’t wanna be bothered |
| Some days I just miss my father |
| And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out |
| It won’t be parole y’all, it be the half way house but NAH |
| That’s not the right path for a Budden |
| Cuz we’re addicts, addicts can’t do half of nothin' |
| Some days I’m reachin for the thing in the dresser |
| Some days I’m not invincible and I feel the pressure |
| Like if everyone’s dependin on me, and I just stop |
| Then what the fuck happens? |
| I can’t take that route and girl out |
| And sometimes I don’t wanna hear my girls mouth cause |
| My hectic schedule, she ain’t considering |
| So all I hear is the complaints and bickerin |
| Radio’s, studio’s, photo shoot’s |
| She think I’m fuckin every girl that say I’m oh so cute, cute |
| Don’t appreciate a man and you lose him |
| Worst thing to do to an innocent man is accuse him |
| And I ain’t with beefin' with home’s |
| Brand Nubian style, I had to love ma' but leave her alone |
| It ain’t workin out, I’ll see you aight |
| Just let go and let God see if we reunite |
| Cuz with yo shit added to the dudes that wanna see me fall |
| Nah, fuck it I won’t fall |
| Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all |
| I ain’t come this far to fall, fall |
| But listen, I’m fucked up now |
| Don’t ask why y’all |
| Sometimes the best medicine is just to cry y’all |
| Know what I’m sayin? |
| Excuse my voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I’m sayin |
| Cuz it’s these type of thoughts that’ll kill ya |
| If you smokin' with me right now, then you a good way from the filter |
| And I won’t front like I ain’t stressin' |
| Sometimes I need a hug, real shit, pain shared is pain lessened (nigga) |
| Just give me 10 minutes |
| I just need 10 minutes alone |
| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
| Give me 10 minutes |
| Without y’all comin at me with that bull |
| Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull |
| And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace |
| Let me smoke this one cig in peace |
| Give me 10 minutes |
| I just need 10 minutes alone |
| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
| Give me 10 minutes |
| By myself, leave the boys at home |
| That’s all the time I really need to enjoy my bone |
| If you sparked when the song was beginnin at that time |
| Then your stoge should be endin with mine |
| And to you know who… |
| Ma, I never saw me being with you |
| But sometimes y’all dreams come true |
| I’m like your number one fan |
| Damn, I ain’t think Joe would see you |
| You’s a fantasy |
| I wasn’t supposed to meet you, NAH |
| Chances of that were so unlikely |
| And if we did meet, you wasn’t supposed to like me |
| But look, I rap now and it just so happens |
| God put me in a spot where that was just so happenin, see |
| She had a man, I had a girl |
| I broke up with mine and around that same time |
| We was hangin out she never laid a hand on me |
| But I could tell from the way she glanced at me |
| Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me |
| And it would go down but I got my man with me |
| Lord how can it be? |
| You know I never been the dude to come and break up a happy family |
| And these 2 looked so happy on the outside |
| They could’ve only been happy on the outside |
| We eventually started creepin' |
| But for me it’s just sex |
| For her it’s cheatin' |
| It went down, one time, two times, once more |
| Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped off |
| I’m in deep y’all she’s more than a jump off |
| We both catchin' feelins, both startin to want more |
| But guess what, she can’t leave him |
| Maybe it’s somethin' I don’t know about, maybe she needs him |
| Means I still gotta front like we ain’t sleepin' |
| Still gotta shake his hand, I still gotta see him |
| How’s he supposed to look, supposed to feel for me |
| He gotta know I’m feelin you, and you feelin me |
| How am I supposed to look at that man with respect |
| With Bleek singin 'Is That Your Chick In My Head' |
| Dru Hill — 'Somebody Sleepin In My Bed' |
| Aaliyah — 'If Your Girl Only Knew' reversed, but look |
| Here’s why I’m down and out |
| I’m kinda worried y’all |
| I ain’t heard from him much since he found out |
| Even if she wasn’t mine y’all, she’s still in the brain |
| And I know wherever she’s at, she’s feelin' the same |
| So 'till my fantasy dame pop up |
| Everytime the cell rings I’m prayin that her name pop up, for real |
| I know y’all, I ain’t supposed to wife her |
| But it’s God’s fault, I wasn’t supposed to like her |
| Sometimes I think, why’d I have to meet chick for? |
| And some times dog, be careful what you wish for |
| Some times I don’t wanna be bothered |
| Some days I just miss my father |
| He’s stuck in the system |
| Treated like a dude that’s heartless |
| And they just transfered him, brought him up on new charges |
| Yeah folks I’m back to that |
| So I light another one and smoke back to back for real |
| I’m chain smokin' if you ain’t on my page, listen |
| I’m stressed out, hopin' this one’ll taste different |
| Dudes hopin' that I lose it all |
| I ain’t come this far to fall |
| Let me talk to all of you dudes wishin that I lose it all |
| I ain’t come this far to fall |
| Nah, I won’t fall |
| Hopin that I lose it all |
| I won’t fall, nigga (nah) |
| Hopin that I lose it all |
| I ain’t come this far to fall |
| Nah |
| Nah, (ain't come this) |
| Some days I don’t wanna be bothered |
| Some days I just miss my father (damn) |
| Just give me 10 minutes |
| I just need 10 minutes alone |
| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
| Give me 10 minutes |
| Without y’all comin at me with that bull |
| Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull |
| And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace |
| Let me smoke this one cig in peace (peace, peace) |
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|---|---|
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| She Dont Put It Down Like You ft. Joe Budden, Tank | 2013 |
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| Whatever U Want ft. Joe Budden | 2004 |
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| Long Way to Go ft. Joe Budden | 2008 |
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| Broke | 2015 |
| No Idea | 2010 |
| I Messed Up ft. Joe Budden | 2012 |
| Slaughtermouse | 2015 |
| Playing Our Part | 2015 |
| Miss Me ft. Joe Budden | 2013 |
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