Joe Budden - Where Did It Go Wrong? lyrics
[Joe Budden - Where Did It Go Wrong? lyrics]
Yo, niggas ain't lookin' for me
Like they say they are
But on some real shit, I pray they are
Cause niggas keep runnin' 'round acting
Like the AK far
I keep it nearby in case they start
Might catch 'em on a 'Friday'
Chill! they like Day-Day to the God
Think they already know it and
It break they heart
With all the hate that he seem to get
Things jus ain't been the same
Since the A Team split
Got some hood niggas thinking
They straight mutants
More like good niggas straight A students
Dog it's no games, no intermission
Tell him I just seen him die
And the premonition in him, listen
Can't eat dinner missing in the kitchen
Could smell but can't taste
I'm three laps ahead you a snail in the race
Pale in the face
Niggas is lightwork on a scale with no weight
Wait, can't stand these clowns
Gave 'em everything they got so to
Me they just a hand-me down my dude
Look around before you think about sparking
You're way outnumbered go ahead
And be a Spartan
It's stones getting thrown in here
Fuck these strip club hoes
(nigga) I'll get Pacman Jones in here
I swear
It's getting harder to live with the anger
And home ain't home when you
Live with a stranger
Thought I knew you like the back of my hand
Fast forward three years and I got smacked
With the back of her hand
Caught with my ass out
Without sagging my pants
Allow yaself to get caught like
That with that man
Find out your wife that you sleeping with
Play herself start creeping with
One of your dudes
You confused you don't know who
To get even with
Maybe you ain't the same broad
That I was even with
When you cheating with dude I see and shit
Nigga I'm fly with, work with
We speak and shit
You the broad that would ride for me
Look me in the eyes transformed in to Shaggy
Bitch, how you gone lie to me?
Fell for the allure that's my bad
You broke in something so secure
I'm now scarred, see, you make it type hard
For me to see the next broad
And not think that she ain't
Jus another hoe or slore
But thank you, see relationships
In a different view, son
To get over the old girl gotta get a new one
Half of me still witchu and
I don't care ya'll
Other half with her, I'm stuck
So I compare ya'll
Me and her's now, me and you got memories
Me and you got love, me and her got chemistry
She's like a friend to me, you like the enemy
Or maybe she's there just to
Cover that resentment B
Or maybe she ain't as fake as
You and won't take me through
That same phase as you or, maybe it's simple
She seen all that pain I was in
And won't make the same mistake as you
I mean
(I mean) I never had an issue with trust
Never knew you had an issue with lust
We can get through anything in this
World if the issue's discussed
Was it a whole separate issue
Or an issue with us? But it gets bigger, you
Doubting you, you like, shit nigga!
Was his money longer or was his dick bigger?
You getting sick nigga
When you alone, and just
You and your imagination
You paint a sick picture (I'm witcha)
Like they say they are
But on some real shit, I pray they are
Cause niggas keep runnin' 'round acting
Like the AK far
I keep it nearby in case they start
Might catch 'em on a 'Friday'
Chill! they like Day-Day to the God
Think they already know it and
It break they heart
With all the hate that he seem to get
Things jus ain't been the same
Since the A Team split
Got some hood niggas thinking
They straight mutants
More like good niggas straight A students
Dog it's no games, no intermission
Tell him I just seen him die
And the premonition in him, listen
Can't eat dinner missing in the kitchen
Could smell but can't taste
I'm three laps ahead you a snail in the race
Pale in the face
Niggas is lightwork on a scale with no weight
Wait, can't stand these clowns
Gave 'em everything they got so to
Me they just a hand-me down my dude
Look around before you think about sparking
You're way outnumbered go ahead
And be a Spartan
It's stones getting thrown in here
Fuck these strip club hoes
(nigga) I'll get Pacman Jones in here
I swear
It's getting harder to live with the anger
And home ain't home when you
Live with a stranger
Thought I knew you like the back of my hand
Fast forward three years and I got smacked
With the back of her hand
Caught with my ass out
Without sagging my pants
Allow yaself to get caught like
That with that man
Find out your wife that you sleeping with
Play herself start creeping with
One of your dudes
You confused you don't know who
To get even with
Maybe you ain't the same broad
That I was even with
When you cheating with dude I see and shit
Nigga I'm fly with, work with
We speak and shit
You the broad that would ride for me
Look me in the eyes transformed in to Shaggy
Bitch, how you gone lie to me?
Fell for the allure that's my bad
You broke in something so secure
I'm now scarred, see, you make it type hard
For me to see the next broad
And not think that she ain't
Jus another hoe or slore
But thank you, see relationships
In a different view, son
To get over the old girl gotta get a new one
Half of me still witchu and
I don't care ya'll
Other half with her, I'm stuck
So I compare ya'll
Me and her's now, me and you got memories
Me and you got love, me and her got chemistry
She's like a friend to me, you like the enemy
Or maybe she's there just to
Cover that resentment B
Or maybe she ain't as fake as
You and won't take me through
That same phase as you or, maybe it's simple
She seen all that pain I was in
And won't make the same mistake as you
I mean
(I mean) I never had an issue with trust
Never knew you had an issue with lust
We can get through anything in this
World if the issue's discussed
Was it a whole separate issue
Or an issue with us? But it gets bigger, you
Doubting you, you like, shit nigga!
Was his money longer or was his dick bigger?
You getting sick nigga
When you alone, and just
You and your imagination
You paint a sick picture (I'm witcha)