[Joe Budden] Whatever happened to that? Joey! Yeah Seems like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!) I think it mighta been next week Mighta been next month, shit (Joey!)
Look, sometimes I wanna make money But sometimes I ain't motivated; sometimes I think it's overrated Sometimes I'm thinkin I wasn't supposed to make it But what I show is basic, I normally poker-face it (what else?) Sometimes I wanna make music Sometimes I think it's just useless So y'all don't hear a lot of new shit Clueless, dependin on what my mood is (ohh!) Sometimes I wanna dress down I mean I wanna let up, but y'all be let down I'm so easily sidetracked I just lost my train of thought, but besides that I wanna stop somebody and keep it real But know that they'll understand 'fore I tell 'em how I feel I wish I knew how it'd feel I swore I needed somethin from the store (like what?) Got a call that I just ignored, my day is hectic I'm overwhelmed with thoughts, leave a message This Saturday I, planned on goin shoppin for my kid Wanna smoke, no cig's, I'm like "Where the fuck's the store?" Got a migraine, but I forgot that I was sick Cause these jeans don't seem to lay right over my kicks And this'll be the last time I buy this brand That I try this brand - oh shit, the bitch called me She seems like the perfect girl to cheat with Sleep with, I bet that she can keep a secret I turned the radio on, and heard a beat sick Know I can kill that shit better than he did Sometimes I could be so analytical (why?!) With no audience, so who am I a critic to? (nobody) I'm so easily sidetracked I just lost my train of thought, but besides that I spent years tryin to figure out why is that Beat of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (ohh!) I should hit the club, get a outfit But fuck that, the lifestyle ain't about shit That no longer gets me up, it don't arouse shit (why?) See I'm on my OnDemand in the house shit I've lost so many relationships (Tell me) Is it, just because I don't relate to shit? Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so much I'm prayin for niggaz that didn't grow much Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong I'm only responsible for me, I gotta stay strong I'm so easily sidetracked I just lost my train of thought, but besides that I spent years tryin to figure out why is that ... Why? But besides that
Uh uhh, I'm so easily sidetracked! Uhh, goin on nigga, I spent years tryin to figure out why is that Why? I mean, I'm so easily sidetracked Fuck is goin on?
Yo, cig's still unlit, lookin a pic of a man cross-eyed On my way to kill the nigga 'til the thought died (uhh) Or it's a lie, I'm just hogtied Got frog eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by Nice complexion, nice tan And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her desination was a man (So) In the street I stand, with my heat in hand For what reason, I don't remember beefin Note to self on my hand, "Get even!" But I don't remember needin re-venge Now anybody comin toward me I'm reachin Leg bleedin - (so) fuck it I'll retrace my steps followin the path of my blood leakin Led me to Juan's house which I visit every weekend To my knowledge, me and him wasn't speakin
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Look, sometimes I wanna make money But sometimes I ain't motivated; sometimes I think it's overrated Sometimes I'm thinkin I wasn't supposed to make it But what I show is basic, I normally poker-face it (what else?) Sometimes I wanna make music Sometimes I think it's just useless So y'all don't hear a lot of new shit Clueless, dependin on what my mood is (ohh!) Sometimes I wanna dress down I mean I wanna let up, but y'all be let down I'm so easily sidetracked I just lost my train of thought, but besides that I wanna stop somebody and keep it real But know that they'll understand 'fore I tell 'em how I feel I wish I knew how it'd feel I swore I needed somethin from the store (like what?) Got a call that I just ignored, my day is hectic I'm overwhelmed with thoughts, leave a message This Saturday I, planned on goin shoppin for my kid Wanna smoke, no cig's, I'm like "Where the fuck's the store?" Got a migraine, but I forgot that I was sick Cause these jeans don't seem to lay right over my kicks And this'll be the last time I buy this brand That I try this brand - oh shit, the bitch called me She seems like the perfect girl to cheat with Sleep with, I bet that she can keep a secret I turned the radio on, and heard a beat sick Know I can kill that shit better than he did Sometimes I could be so analytical (why?!) With no audience, so who am I a critic to? (nobody) I'm so easily sidetracked I just lost my train of thought, but besides that I spent years tryin to figure out why is that Beat of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (ohh!) I should hit the club, get a outfit But fuck that, the lifestyle ain't about shit That no longer gets me up, it don't arouse shit (why?) See I'm on my OnDemand in the house shit I've lost so many relationships (Tell me) Is it, just because I don't relate to shit? Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so much I'm prayin for niggaz that didn't grow much Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong I'm only responsible for me, I gotta stay strong I'm so easily sidetracked I just lost my train of thought, but besides that I spent years tryin to figure out why is that ... Why? But besides that
Uh uhh, I'm so easily sidetracked! Uhh, goin on nigga, I spent years tryin to figure out why is that Why? I mean, I'm so easily sidetracked Fuck is goin on?
Yo, cig's still unlit, lookin a pic of a man cross-eyed On my way to kill the nigga 'til the thought died (uhh) Or it's a lie, I'm just hogtied Got frog eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by Nice complexion, nice tan And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her desination was a man (So) In the street I stand, with my heat in hand For what reason, I don't remember beefin Note to self on my hand, "Get even!" But I don't remember needin re-venge Now anybody comin toward me I'm reachin Leg bleedin - (so) fuck it I'll retrace my steps followin the path of my blood leakin Led me to Juan's house which I visit every weekend To my knowledge, me and him wasn't speakin
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