Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Only Human, artist - Joe Budden. Album song All Love Lost, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One U.S
Song language: English
Only Human |
Mic check, mic check |
One two, one two |
New Joe Budden! |
Uhh |
Please somebody help my soul |
Talk to 'em (talk to 'em) |
I let the Man have a talk with the beast in me |
I’m holding onto my last bit of decency |
I need a vacay, a change of scenery |
But mama said wherever I’mma go, I’m taking me with me |
I told her shit is on my mind and it’s been eating me |
She got me pissing in a cup, she don’t believe in me |
It’s not the drugs that got me out of my zone |
Going days without eating, in a crowd I feel alone, mama |
Then she ask why it seems I never sleep at night |
I told her when I close my eyes my brain just keeps the fight |
She said my friends wanna have an intervention with me |
I speak to niggas daily, that was never mentioned to me |
She told me there’s a higher power and a lower power |
And that I’ll die if I don’t find the strength to overpower |
Then I replied, «well aren’t we all»? |
She said «yeah, but that should be on God’s terms, not yours» |
My every thought is scary |
And it makes it hard to breathe again |
Like I’m blinded while I’m staring in the mirror |
Asking God to help me see again, please help me |
But He tells me I’m only human |
And that I’ll be back on my feet again, please help me |
But they act like I’m more than human |
I prove them wrong again |
Don’t fault me I’m only human |
Tryin' to weather the storm |
I thought that black cloud was gone |
It’s been beside me all along, not the song |
I wanna sit in silence, don’t speak for a minute |
Tired of being strong, please let me be weak for a minute |
Kinda thought that my disease tried to kill your man first |
It was easy to get my hands on 30 milligram Percs, worse |
Can’t be depression, couldn’t have it this long |
So many secrets I only told through a glass of Patron, my nigga |
Speaking of secrets, that’s when I got the Kaylin text |
Read it and cried, couldn’t believe what she was saying next |
She said «you're going through a lot |
I’m hoping you ain’t in the grave and dead |
Cause not too many people know your brain’s a mess» |
Who knew that she was keeping track of it all? |
I wrote back «lol"but wasn’t laughing at all |
I ain’t tell her just the other day that that gun was in my lap |
Pen and pad in my hand, and I was writing a note |
Didn’t get far, as soon as I wrote down «mom"I just stopped |
Couldn’t lie to her, couldn’t figure out how to say bye to her |
Couldn’t explain the «why"to her |
Couldn’t picture her getting a call or somebody saying her son had died to her |
And shortly after that my pastor called |
Which at first I kinda thought it was weird |
But that convo preserved me, 'bout God’s grace and mercy |
He ain’t even say goodbye, he said «let us pray» |
And then he went into a prayer, gripped the phone, closed my eyes |
Just so happy he appeared nigga shed another tear |
Maybe he could sense that something had the god devoured |
Just thankful he shed some light upon my darkest hour |
All my thoughts are corrupt, this shit is whack |
If everybody calls you a duck, will you just quack? |
Guess a part of me really gives a fuck, way in the back |
Cause when I had that burner ready to bust, I didn’t clap |
Joe |
Guess I’m insanity’s definition |
Trying to step over in sanity’s repetition |
But I can’t it got me tripping |
Whatever love we had was dead that night |
Looking back, we both needed cooler heads that night |
Was going off no sleep, eyes red that night |
While you was drunk texting me, I hope I read that right |
You was beefing bout Giselle, beefing bout Alexa |
Suddenly you was jealous, must’ve thought that I had sexed her |
I was laughing, thought it was funny |
Giselle’s the homie, Alexa’s twenty |
With hip withdrawals |
Nothing bout your story shoulda been sticking at all |
I wouldn’t dick her at all |
I’m guessing, maybe you were insecure and never knew me |
Was there for four months, yet you said this was a new me |
In your head, guess the answer to this jealousy |
Was to turn around and try to make me jealous, B |
But the part that you neglect |
Was never mind jealousy, this was 'bout respect |
Y’all Instagramming pictures, trying to get me upset |
You turned that into a night we both would never forget |
We both said some things we both probably regret |
You was lying to my face and them dots didn’t connect, but cool |
Only picked you up to try and talk sense into you |
Now I’m fucking homeboy up, just off the principle |
I guess he caught him self antagonizing me |
But he’s a young nigga, that’s no surprising me |
Shit I done fucked some of the baddest hoes |
I left shorty weeks ago, you can have this ho |
I guess the part where I lose |
Is now they got my face plastered all over the news, I’m being falsely accused |
And I don’t understand, was this all part of a plan? |
I guess I’ll tell the whole truth when on the stand |
How you go and tell the cops I had guns in my house? |
Now they got a search warrant, just to come to my house |
Question: were your feelings worth taking my tomorrow’s, kid? |
And you know Jersey gun laws, I’m talking hollow tips |
So you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want |
But you and I know what’s going on |
Nigga that whole night just replays in my mind |
Your face is fine, this is a big waste of time |
Let’s get back to that jealousy |
Now you got a nigga facing three felonies |
All for what, cause we were no longer dealing |
You attack me, but I’m the villain, over a fucking iPhone and feelings |
Check, you never see me act like a jerk |
I know women will provoke you and get mad when it works |
Rather reserved and that always makes matters the worst |
Cause I go on about my business and not act like it hurts, but wait |
So now the whole world is watching me get burned here |
Which is fine, there’s a lesson to be learned here |
Which is only fuck with strippers and the bartenders |
Anytime there’s a pole in the bar centered |
So even though it’s from afar now |
I still wish you the best, I know your heart’s tender |
I’m sorry all, I just got my own scars to tend to |
Signing off, truly yours, with love, God’s sinner |