Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Playing Our Part , by - Joe Budden. Release date: 01.10.2015
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Playing Our Part , by - Joe Budden. Playing Our Part |
| Mic, mic, mic |
| Yeah we good now |
| Turn the vocals down a little bit, just a little bit |
| I want it loud |
| Here’s my moment of clarity |
| I’ve been misleadin' you all, givin' you half of me |
| I’ve been blazin' a trail and leavin' casualties |
| I’ve diagnosed myself, I think it’s apathy |
| So lettin' go became easy, grabbin' ahold that’s the hardest |
| I know our expiration date soon as we start it |
| You come around and you feel safe while you’re a target |
| You feelin' like I let you inside, while I’m guarded |
| It’s genius when arrogance seems like it’s modest |
| Look past the insanity, glance at the logic |
| Appears optional, all of it is stipulated |
| Watch and learn how emotions get manipulated |
| Now you in dire need of help |
| You the victim, made to think you did it to yourself |
| Speakin' of, rest in peace Sandra Bland |
| Me I’m believin' everything that wasn’t on that cam |
| But back to you, beauty, let me address our lil' movement |
| You in therapy but I don’t see the improvement |
| Oh whatever’s been made now days is ruined |
| So every few months I ponder what the fuck are we doin' |
| Let me watch my words again |
| You easily got one of the best pussies that I’ve ever been inserted in |
| You real kind, real sweet, real nurturin' |
| Yet every time we link back up, you just get hurt again |
| You put all men in a box, I ain’t one of 'em |
| Funny how you got all the answers and none of 'em |
| You only dated three men so I’m scared of you |
| Cause with no point of reference, what the fuck are you comparin' to? |
| You good one minute, psycho the next |
| No longer lettin' it ride, too much Jekyll and Hyde |
| Then you subtweet for weeks, busy settin' your pride |
| I’m grown, don’t really need that sort of mess in my life |
| But wait, you of age, you old too |
| I control my emotions, yours control you |
| You bright enough to know when you get impulsive |
| For me, that’s repulsive, how do you not know this? |
| And then we go our separate ways |
| Just to link back on better days |
| Though I know it’s short term and you never stay |
| You always a sucker for that text that say |
| «Yo what up? |
| Are you good? |
| Hit me up whenever you in the hood» |
| Then we fuck, and it’s fine |
| Then you get all this bullshit on your mind |
| I’m waitin' for you to talk, but you won’t |
| Then you wait for me to react but I don’t |
| Then you go, and I watch |
| We know how this movie go, but we watch |
| Cause we just playin' our parts |
| You’re watchin' how I perform and it’s breakin' your heart |
| You home alone backtrackin', replayin' the start |
| You realize this whole script you’ve been playin' a mark |
| That ain’t stop you from takin' a part |
| I guess we’re both just playin' our parts |
| Yeah, and so the pussy ain’t enough now |
| They keep thinkin' it should be enough, how? |
| Fuck sex, baby, later for that |
| This mind game I’m playin' is a greater climax |
| Not a franchise player, I can’t pay you the max |
| I can’t say it to you so I just say it in raps |
| I got a rep that I made all by myself |
| One I hate all by myself |
| That comes from decisions created all by myself |
| I can’t shake it all by myself |
| See I grew up in the spotlight |
| Where your every move is eyed |
| The truth becomes lies when you’re that scrutinized |
| No mentorship, I was unsupervised |
| Had to learn on my own every rule to survive |
| Still I manned up in caught those wrongs |
| Go ahead and judge Joe, I got my court clothes on |
| Y’all see the front, behind the scenes more goes on |
| Check my back catalog, it’s in all those songs, forreal |
| So I can be at peace forever |
| I left the puzzle right there, nigga, piece it together |
| But back to you, beauty, small waist, fat booty |
| It’s cool for the moment but don’t permanently move me |
| They come through tossin' me ass like it’s their duty |
| But who I was ain’t who I am, I say it truly |
| Here I am shootin' 'em down without the Uzi |
| Unlike them niggas you know, don’t try and group me |
| Watched myself on TV, was unruly |
| How the fuck they cast me wrong in my own movie |
| They say you are what you attract |
| Here I am, screamin', «fuck all that» |
| Then I’m forced to believe I attract and adore |
| Bunch of unstable broads with character flaws |
| With plenty luggage, I greet 'em with their bags at the door |
| If that’s true then it’s some shit I’d rather ignore |
| Cause check it, whatever helps you get by |
| So when they hit me, I always reply |
| They always be like, «what's up? |
| Are you good? |
| Hit me up whenever you in the hood» |
| Then we fuck, and it’s fine |
| Then you get all this bullshit on your mind |
| I’m waitin' for you to talk, but you won’t |
| Then you wait for me to react but I don’t |
| Then you go, and I watch |
| We know how this movie go, but we watch |
| Cause we just playin' our parts |
| You’re watchin' how I perform and it’s breakin' your heart |
| You home alone backtrackin', replayin' the start |
| Realize this whole script you’ve been playin' a mark |
| But that ain’t stop you from takin' a part |
| I guess we’re both just playin' our parts |
| Just where I’m at lately |
| Look at the monster this industry done made me |
| Shit I loved the most, I let it jade me |
| Cryin' out for help, somebody save me |
| But I can’t let 'em know all that |
| They take it as weakness when you show all that |
| So I just live in my mind 'til this hoe call back |
| Every time I’m knocked down you see Joe crawl back, forreal |
| Nowadays they all the same |
| Enhanced body parts, smaller brains |
| They don’t get a hi in fact |
| Mums the word, baby girl, it’s now quiet for that, forreal |
| If you got nothin' to offer |
| Sorry Mrs. Jackson, gotta off ya |
| But as soon as you leave 'em alone |
| It’s when they send that same text to the phone |
| They always be like, «what's up? |
| Are you good? |
| Hit me up whenever you in the hood» |
| Then we fuck, and it’s fine |
| Then you get all this bullshit on your mind |
| I’m waitin' for you to talk, but you won’t |
| You wait for me to react but I don’t |
| Then you go, and I watch |
| We know how this movie go, but we watch |
| Cause we just playin' our parts |
| I guess we’re both just playin' our parts |
| I play mine well |
| Better than you |
| And it go… baby, baby! |
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