Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Make Me , by - Joe Budden. Release date: 23.02.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Make Me |
| Top down with the fresh cut |
| With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of' |
| A crisp white tee, I’m still feelin' dressed up |
| Everythin' else healthy, don’t get me messed up |
| A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise |
| Not for style, I don’t want you to seein' my eyes |
| But for now, tell God hurry my plans |
| Cause I just had to bury my man |
| Us two was on some brother shit |
| But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted it’ll grant you some |
| other shit |
| I know I can’t be the only one troubled with |
| I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it |
| Thought I had enough of it, still won’t cut a wrist |
| I just wrote the book, he published it |
| Simply read holdin' back the years |
| Cause when I strayed, it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin' |
| Sometimes I feel like it’s a ghost behind me |
| Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me |
| Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me |
| Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me |
| But the boy won’t bend |
| Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don’t end |
| I’m on 9−5 speedin', truly love it |
| No idea where I’m goin', that’s the beauty of it |
| But still I’m here waitin' on a sign |
| Or a F.Y.I. |
| to be notified, cause (WHY) |
| Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy |
| I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya’ll |
| From the devil’s bedroom on to his front yard |
| Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur |
| Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said |
| Wouldn’t be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel |
| Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles |
| Get mangled, so I don’t got shit |
| My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit |
| Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick |
| But there’s a suicide bomber in the cockpit |
| See my intent is to be content |
| But that’s contingent off fly hoe’s usin' ?? |
| Since mama concieved me |
| Me and dude been stuck in a melee |
| He’s tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely |
| But I could give a fuck how a nigga percieves me |
| So until God retrieves me |
| I’m followin' behind the nigga that misleads me |
| If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me |
| But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me |