Joe Budden

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[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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