| Mic check, mic check
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| One two, one two
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| New Joe Budden!
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| Uhh
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| Please somebody help my soul
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| Talk to 'em (talk to 'em)
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| I let the Man have a talk with the beast in me
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| I’m holding onto my last bit of decency
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| I need a vacay, a change of scenery
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| But mama said wherever I’mma go, I’m taking me with me
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| I told her shit is on my mind and it’s been eating me
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| She got me pissing in a cup, she don’t believe in me
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| It’s not the drugs that got me out of my zone
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| Going days without eating, in a crowd I feel alone, mama
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| Then she ask why it seems I never sleep at night
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| I told her when I close my eyes my brain just keeps the fight
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| She said my friends wanna have an intervention with me
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| I speak to niggas daily, that was never mentioned to me
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| She told me there’s a higher power and a lower power
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| And that I’ll die if I don’t find the strength to overpower
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| Then I replied, «well aren’t we all»?
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| She said «yeah, but that should be on God’s terms, not yours»
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| My every thought is scary
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| And it makes it hard to breathe again
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| Like I’m blinded while I’m staring in the mirror
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| Asking God to help me see again, please help me
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| But He tells me I’m only human
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| And that I’ll be back on my feet again, please help me
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| But they act like I’m more than human
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| I prove them wrong again
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| Don’t fault me I’m only human
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| Tryin' to weather the storm
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| I thought that black cloud was gone
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| It’s been beside me all along, not the song
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| I wanna sit in silence, don’t speak for a minute
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| Tired of being strong, please let me be weak for a minute
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| Kinda thought that my disease tried to kill your man first
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| It was easy to get my hands on 30 milligram Percs, worse
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| Can’t be depression, couldn’t have it this long
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| So many secrets I only told through a glass of Patron, my nigga
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| Speaking of secrets, that’s when I got the Kaylin text
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| Read it and cried, couldn’t believe what she was saying next
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| She said «you're going through a lot
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| I’m hoping you ain’t in the grave and dead
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| Cause not too many people know your brain’s a mess»
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| Who knew that she was keeping track of it all?
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| I wrote back «lol"but wasn’t laughing at all
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| I ain’t tell her just the other day that that gun was in my lap
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| Pen and pad in my hand, and I was writing a note
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| Didn’t get far, as soon as I wrote down «mom"I just stopped
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| Couldn’t lie to her, couldn’t figure out how to say bye to her
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| Couldn’t explain the «why"to her
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| Couldn’t picture her getting a call or somebody saying her son had died to her
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| And shortly after that my pastor called
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| Which at first I kinda thought it was weird
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| But that convo preserved me, 'bout God’s grace and mercy
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| He ain’t even say goodbye, he said «let us pray»
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| And then he went into a prayer, gripped the phone, closed my eyes
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| Just so happy he appeared nigga shed another tear
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| Maybe he could sense that something had the god devoured
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| Just thankful he shed some light upon my darkest hour
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| All my thoughts are corrupt, this shit is whack
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| If everybody calls you a duck, will you just quack?
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| Guess a part of me really gives a fuck, way in the back
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| Cause when I had that burner ready to bust, I didn’t clap
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| Joe
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| Guess I’m insanity’s definition
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| Trying to step over in sanity’s repetition
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| But I can’t it got me tripping
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| Whatever love we had was dead that night
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| Looking back, we both needed cooler heads that night
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| Was going off no sleep, eyes red that night
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| While you was drunk texting me, I hope I read that right
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| You was beefing bout Giselle, beefing bout Alexa
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| Suddenly you was jealous, must’ve thought that I had sexed her
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| I was laughing, thought it was funny
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| Giselle’s the homie, Alexa’s twenty
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| With hip withdrawals
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| Nothing bout your story shoulda been sticking at all
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| I wouldn’t dick her at all
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| I’m guessing, maybe you were insecure and never knew me
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| Was there for four months, yet you said this was a new me
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| In your head, guess the answer to this jealousy
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| Was to turn around and try to make me jealous, B
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| But the part that you neglect
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| Was never mind jealousy, this was 'bout respect
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| Y’all Instagramming pictures, trying to get me upset
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| You turned that into a night we both would never forget |
| We both said some things we both probably regret
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| You was lying to my face and them dots didn’t connect, but cool
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| Only picked you up to try and talk sense into you
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| Now I’m fucking homeboy up, just off the principle
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| I guess he caught him self antagonizing me
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| But he’s a young nigga, that’s no surprising me
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| Shit I done fucked some of the baddest hoes
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| I left shorty weeks ago, you can have this ho
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| I guess the part where I lose
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| Is now they got my face plastered all over the news, I’m being falsely accused
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| And I don’t understand, was this all part of a plan?
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| I guess I’ll tell the whole truth when on the stand
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| How you go and tell the cops I had guns in my house?
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| Now they got a search warrant, just to come to my house
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| Question: were your feelings worth taking my tomorrow’s, kid?
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| And you know Jersey gun laws, I’m talking hollow tips
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| So you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want
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| But you and I know what’s going on
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| Nigga that whole night just replays in my mind
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| Your face is fine, this is a big waste of time
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| Let’s get back to that jealousy
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| Now you got a nigga facing three felonies
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| All for what, cause we were no longer dealing
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| You attack me, but I’m the villain, over a fucking iPhone and feelings
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| Check, you never see me act like a jerk
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| I know women will provoke you and get mad when it works
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| Rather reserved and that always makes matters the worst
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| Cause I go on about my business and not act like it hurts, but wait
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| So now the whole world is watching me get burned here
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| Which is fine, there’s a lesson to be learned here
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| Which is only fuck with strippers and the bartenders
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| Anytime there’s a pole in the bar centered
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| So even though it’s from afar now
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| I still wish you the best, I know your heart’s tender
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| I’m sorry all, I just got my own scars to tend to
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| Signing off, truly yours, with love, God’s sinner |