Joe Budden

Joe Budden - No Idea lyrics

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[Verse 1] 

Look, I was always told you can't make it make sense don't trust it 

So I'll be out the country with the phone off, fuck it 

Grown from when I was dusted 

But took something away out of every moment I suffered 

So y'all can go on and judge it 

There's a reason that I'm tellin baby girl she gotta practice patience 

I plan on changing my ways I'm just procrastinating 

Putting it off like I'll never be in a casket layin 

With both my parents going crazy as the pastor's praying 

Prideful, I don't even succumb when I'm defeated 

All it do is get me mad, and I'm comfortable heated 

I come from a family of drunks, I'm the one that succeeded 

So nowadays I talk to God when nothing is needed 

I'm sorry I don't speak the language of 

Rappers in the closet, but they won't hang it up 

I'm only trying to build what they attempt to destroy 

We had a perfect game until it was Jim Joyce'd 

Check it, what was once so majestic 

Is now only adored by epileptics 

I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it 

But when something gives you nightmares, can you afford to recollect it 

If you can just know them odds stacked 

Airplanes ain't shooting stars, you can't B.O.B. that 

I found out when discussing paper 

Some will sell their soul and deal with the repercussions later 



[Chorus] 

With every curve they throw 

Every shot that blows, I'm still here 

It be the ones that's pretending to know that really have no Idea 

I just let em all go ahead and speak my name 

How far you gonna reach for fame 

Go ahead and fuck up your career 

I don't care, cause they have no idea 



[Verse 2] 

So sick it's livid, all pics are vivid 

A stiff of being gifted, gotta be equipped to live with 

His critics, misquote him and miss tidbits 

So he's mislabeled, misunderstood, misfit'd 

Anytime I was misinformed or misguided 

I went and got advice from a dude that wouldn't apply it 

And he'll give out that lesson for free 

Without a grudge, but I keep the past present with me 

So every morning on the wake up, and she's applying make up 

I'm pondering all the different ways for us to break u 

Women have a tendency to get fickle 



Predictable, lie and say his dick little 

It be the ones you could see yourself with forever 

Giving you a lecture talking about you neglect her 

Couple years in, the strip club will upset her 

And she'll act like you ain't have them same habits when you met her 

When you can't take her 

You start dropping hints for her to read between the lines 

But she'll act like Fantasia 

It'll be so much to be said but no one will convey it 

The relationship will be over but no one will say it 

A doomed fate, living with who you'd soon hate 

Ex life partners trying to co-exist as roommates 

Once you go through it you'll believe it 

And you'll never give a woman more than you'll want her to leave with 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 3] 

How can the fans think us rappers are invincible 

Cant find anything about that logic that's sensible 

I'm thinkin they should know better off of principle 

To them we're action heroes, to labels we're Expendables 

My old approach was apprehensible 

Some started thinkin their 15 minutes of fame was extendable 

They dont cherish the moment like they probably should 

Once they star's submitted they act Hollywood 

Gwapped up stacks to grip 

Now you're being chauffeured in the back of whips, life style's immaculate 

Out of touch with reality, I'll help you get a grasp of it 

Success breeds change, but so does a lack of it 

The homie's sending out subliminals, 

Since you a failed rapper, failed criminal, four bars is the minimal 

Since you ain't from the streets I'll help and tell you the way it works 

Say a nigga snitching, I'm saying show me the paper work 

I don't get why the inferior bother to diss me 

Heart of my city, when I go take a part of it with me 

I think god will understand that was part of my misery 

So instead of "father forgive me" it's "father ya dig me?" 

Spectated just to see if I'd get checkmated 

Less progress brings less hatred which would segue it 

I learned the hard way somethings are better kept sacred 

Fail at given em your all, you'll just be left naked 



[Chorus]
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