| Yo, I don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
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| I’m livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle
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| Another day another struggle, yo
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| I know it’s fucked up what a lack of cake’ll do
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| A few people wanna move in and stay wit you
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| You wish you could help 'em all, but you ain’t able to
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| Cause the rent’s a lil' late plus the cable’s due
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| You and your girlfriend are beefin' in a serious way
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| You used to be faithfulyou at a curious stage
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| Finally got your mind made on going your separate ways WAIT
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| Nah homeboy, her period’s late now THINK
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| Your time’s runnin out do it quickly
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| 'Cause she starts crying, mood’s gettin sticky
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| If I don’t want it she’ll want nuttin to do with me
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| JUST GET THE ABORTION AND I’LL GIVE YOU THE 250!
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| But if you say that to her then you wrong
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| You ain’t think 'bout that, you was gettin your groove on
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| Can’t take care of myself never mind a new born
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| I guess the pussy got too good for too long
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| Seems like my money goes by too easy
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| Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly
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| Hoopty done shitted, you spendin more money tryna fix it
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| Than when you did tryin to get it (C'MON!)
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| Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger
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| Who the fuck keeps callin from this private number?
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| There’s crime on my mind and my nails are dirty
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| The floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey
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| Depression starts talkin and his voice is raspy
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| CAUSE HE AIN’T SHUT THE FUCK UP IN 3 AND A HALF WEEKS!
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| Look, beard is full, hair is nappy
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| These jeans ain’t mine so they way too baggy
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| Priorities is fucked shit startin to gas me
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| It’s like my lil' man’s life slipped right past me (talk to em)
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| Startin to trap me, his name’s Dwayne SO WHY THE FUCK MY SON KEEP CALLIN' HIM
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| DADDY?!
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| Same shit that I feared after all these years
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| I gotta breathe I can’t believe my ears
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| Wipin out my eyes I’m damn near in tears
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| But you can’t be mad, you know you ain’t been there (nah)
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| Grab his moms I throw her against the door
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| But in the back of your mind you know it ain’t her fault (nah)
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| I ain’t mad at all, I’m just bothered
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| I get honest for real I ain’t been the best father like
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| Toys 'R Us, Chuck E Cheese
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| You know a lil' boy grow up wit these needs
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| New Year’s or Christmas, even the birthday
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| At least bring the nigga to his school on the first day (OHHHH)
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| I can’t believe it, this the same way that I was treated
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| So maybe it’s history repeated
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| I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid
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| But this one it really feel like it’s his (OHHHH)
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| It’s the truth and I hate that fact
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| WAIT, shouldn’t have said that I take that back
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| Look, I apologize let’s rewind this whole story like NaS
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| C4 just erase that track (C'MON!)
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| I don’t care if only the track trust me
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| FUCK! |
| what niggas say only God can judge me
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| FUCK! |
| what niggas heard or think or even thought
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| Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short
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| Ya heard? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Are You in That Mood , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп