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