Joe Budden - Are You in That Mood Yet? lyrics

[Joe Budden - Are You in That Mood Yet? lyrics]

Yo, I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin'
At my front door
I'm livin everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle
Another day another struggle, yo
I know it's fucked up what
A lack of cake'll do
A few people wanna move in and stay wit you
You wish you could help 'em all
But you ain't able to
Cause the rent's a lil' late
Plus the cable's due
You and your girlfriend are beefin'
In a serious way
You used to be faithfulyou at a curious stage
Finally got your mind made on
Going your separate ways WAIT
Nah homeboy, her period's late now THINK
Your time's runnin out do it quickly
'Cause she starts crying
Mood's gettin sticky
If I don't want it she'll want
Nuttin to do with me
Just get the abortion and i'll
Give you the 250!
But, if you say that to her then you wrong
You ain't think 'bout that
You was gettin your groove on
Can't take care of myself never
Mind a new born
I guess the pussy got too good for too long
Seems like my money goes by too easy
Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly
Hoopty done shitted
You spendin more money tryna fix it
Than when you did tryin to get it (C'MON)
Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger
Who the fuck keeps callin
From this private number?
There's crime on my mind and
My nails are dirty
The floors are real cold in
The jails of Jersey
Depression starts talkin and his
Voice is raspy
Cause he ain't shut the fuck up
In 3 and a half weeks!
Look, beard is full, hair is nappy
These jeans ain't mine so they way too baggy
Priorities is fucked shit startin to gas me
It's like my lil' man's life
Slipped right past me (talk to em)
Startin to trap me
His name's Dwayne SO WHY THE FUCK
My son keep callin' him daddy?!
Same shit that I feared after all these years
I gotta breathe I can't believe my ears
Wipin out my eyes I'm damn near in tears
But, you can't be mad
You know you ain't been there (nah)
Grab his moms I throw her against the door
But in the back of your mind
You know it ain't her fault (nah)
I ain't mad at all, I'm just bothered
I get honest for real I ain't
Been the best father like
Toys 'R Us, Chuck E Cheese
You know a lil' boy grow up wit these needs
New Year's or Christmas, even the birthday
At least bring the nigga to his
School on the first day (OHHHH)
I can't believe it
This the same way that I was treated
So maybe it's history repeated
I know it sounds sick the
Idea of havin another kid
But this one it really feel like it's his
(OHHHH) it's the truth and I hate that fact
WAIT, shouldn't have said that
I take that back
Look, I apologize let's rewind this
Whole story like NaS
C4 just erase that track (C'MON)
I don't care if only the track trust me
FUCK! what niggas say only God can judge me
FUCK! what niggas heard or
Think or even thought
Tried to fix my shortcomings I
Just came up short ya heard?

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