| If you think that it’s so damn easy
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| Then what do you need me for?
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| Just look at the state of you
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| Babe, snap out of it
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| You’re not listening to this
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| Yeah… talk to 'em! |
| Ohh
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| HUH? |
| Joey!
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| It’s, it’s, that on top music
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| Must be I’m just avoidin the inevitable, dodgin my fate
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| So many things a nigga gotta escape
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| Autobiographical, I need my life to maybe hop on a page
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| That’ll end with a sigh, goodbye, with my mouth open cockin a gauge
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| How you the greatest at your job, but they dockin your pay?
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| Guess when God’s holdin a bar they start mockin your ways
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| Murder my fans while I’m rockin on stage
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| Naw let me chill, I ain’t thinkin at a logical state
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| I catch 'em while they noddin they head, sayin the words
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| And start a blood bath, right as they repeatin the verse
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| At the show let 'em know that they help lead to me bein disturbed
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| I’m thinkin ha ha, listen (OHH!)
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| How much longer you expect me to be degraded
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| By niggas who can’t appreciate bein appreciated?
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| Y’all made this beef related
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| One less person to judge, just one more problem alleviated (HUH?)
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| Ya mean, uh, fruck’s goin on?
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| Yeah! |
| Listen
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| I’ll stand before your honor, without a alibi, lost kinda
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| Just a product of a lost genre
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| Cuffed like I’mma cause drama, headline un-remorsed trauma
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| Sweat drippin from my head like I performed a concert
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| No alibi for my unlawful conduct
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| I need a pardon from the president, call Obama
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| And tell him I was goin all out
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| I was doin God’s work, I thought the nigga called out
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| They don’t hear me, check it!
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| You lookin at a more honest improve in me
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| All of the comments and scutiny, drive him to lunacy
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| Committin hate crimes as if I got immunity
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| A opportune time to have opportunity
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| Not, but when he don’t stop by it just ruins me
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| Pride is persuin me, why’s it rebukin me?
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| I got demons by my door, staked out
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| I’m inside goin over my escape route
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| w/ Budden singing along
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| Now I’ve had it up to here
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| Don’t ever try that again
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| Why are you so quiet so suddenly?
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| Go on, have it
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| You’re just dying to tryyyyy me!
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| Yeah, uh-huh-uh, uhh
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| Muh’frucker, uh, uh
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| Let me tell you
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| Yo, see I’m in search of privacy
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| On e’ry social network, but don’t wan' network with society
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| That’s, probably why my net worth ain’t so high to me
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| These Percosets work, now they FUCKIN with my sobriety
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| I’m chasin a hit — all in Heath Ledge
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| +Dark Knight+ overdose, I ain’t chasin the SHIT!
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| I got a audience, they just got me hatin this shit
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| Or is it how I view life, and how vacant it is
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| Watch me and see a horrible movie, bad reviews
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| Scattered views with a cold heart, wrong attitude
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| I ain’t got a thing in common with these rapper dudes
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| Nigga!
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| Okay, aside from some drawn-out thoughts, mags and tools
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| I don’t think they know what it FEEL like to be battered, bruised
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| And still they can’t see me with the ink
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| So try fuckin the world ain’t as easy as you think, nigga!
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| Oh, Joey! |
| Ta-ha
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| Fruck’s goin on?
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| You need me for?
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| Fuck them all niggas, geah
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| The fruck’s goin on?
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| Nigga! |
| Ta-ha, yeah
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| It’s, it’s…
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| Warn yourself |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song State of You , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Escape Route, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп