Joe Budden - Don't Make Me lyrics
[Joe Budden - Don't Make Me lyrics]
Whoa, mic check one-two one-two
Mic check one-two one-two yeah, yeah, yeah
I'd like to welcome e'rybody
(welcome e'rybody) to the, to the, to the
L-look, look, l-look, look
Top down with the fresh cut
With A baker through the speakers
(I mean) "Best Of" a crisp white tee
I'm still feelin dressed up (why?)
Everything else LV, don't get me messed up
A good pair of shades on
You gon' always see me in disguise
Not for style
I don't want you to see in my eyes
Live for now
(but) but tell God hurry my plans
You see I just had to bury my man
Us two was on some brother shit (look)
But, if I learned anything
If you take life for granted it'll
Grant you some other shit
I know I can't be the only one troubled with
I talk 'bout hardship like I discovered it
(but I) though I had enough of it
(but I) still won't cut a wrist
I just wrote the book, he published it
Simply read holdin back the years
Cause when I stray it looked like
He holdin back some tears, he sayin
Don't make me cry, no no
Don't you make me cry
Don't you make me cry, no no
Don't you make me cry
L-look, look (oh)
Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me
(look)
Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
Clockin my every move, takin notes behind me
Crowd laughing
There must be a "Roast" behind me
But the boy won't bend (never)
Though the road to the riches is startin
To look like it don't end
(But still) I'm on 9-5 speedin, truly love it
No idea where I'm goin
That's the beauty of it
But still I'm here waitin on a sign
Or a FYI to be notified
Cause (WHY, WHY?) Do it matter what he got
In store for niggas if they too broke to buy
I know I want heart
My back carryin some tons y'all
From the devil's bedroom onto his front yard
Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
Let 'em know before I hop out
With him on my shoulder, i said
Dawg, muh'fucker don't
Uhh, l-look, don't, nah uhh, uh uh, uhh
Mic check one-two one-two
Mic, one, two - let me holla at 'em
Wouldn't be smart to tangle
Wit'cha guardian angel
Not when he gotta strangle from every angle
Head to ankles
Get mangled, so though I ain't got shit
(what?)
My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
Tryin to be fly every second
That the clock tick (BUT)
But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit
(look here) see my intent is to be content
But that's contingent
Off fly hoes jewels engines (uhh)
Since momma conceived me
Me and dude been stuck in a me lee
He's tellin me I gotta ball like Beasley
(uhh) but, I can give a FUCK
How a nigga perceives me
So until God retrieves me
I'm followin behind the nigga
That misleads me if need be
Bounce from where he tryin to keep me
But every time I try he tells
Me that he needs me, he said
Uh uh, uh stick around, we like
Stuck in a padded room
Mic check one-two one-two yeah, yeah, yeah
I'd like to welcome e'rybody
(welcome e'rybody) to the, to the, to the
L-look, look, l-look, look
Top down with the fresh cut
With A baker through the speakers
(I mean) "Best Of" a crisp white tee
I'm still feelin dressed up (why?)
Everything else LV, don't get me messed up
A good pair of shades on
You gon' always see me in disguise
Not for style
I don't want you to see in my eyes
Live for now
(but) but tell God hurry my plans
You see I just had to bury my man
Us two was on some brother shit (look)
But, if I learned anything
If you take life for granted it'll
Grant you some other shit
I know I can't be the only one troubled with
I talk 'bout hardship like I discovered it
(but I) though I had enough of it
(but I) still won't cut a wrist
I just wrote the book, he published it
Simply read holdin back the years
Cause when I stray it looked like
He holdin back some tears, he sayin
Don't make me cry, no no
Don't you make me cry
Don't you make me cry, no no
Don't you make me cry
L-look, look (oh)
Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me
(look)
Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
Clockin my every move, takin notes behind me
Crowd laughing
There must be a "Roast" behind me
But the boy won't bend (never)
Though the road to the riches is startin
To look like it don't end
(But still) I'm on 9-5 speedin, truly love it
No idea where I'm goin
That's the beauty of it
But still I'm here waitin on a sign
Or a FYI to be notified
Cause (WHY, WHY?) Do it matter what he got
In store for niggas if they too broke to buy
I know I want heart
My back carryin some tons y'all
From the devil's bedroom onto his front yard
Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
Let 'em know before I hop out
With him on my shoulder, i said
Dawg, muh'fucker don't
Uhh, l-look, don't, nah uhh, uh uh, uhh
Mic check one-two one-two
Mic, one, two - let me holla at 'em
Wouldn't be smart to tangle
Wit'cha guardian angel
Not when he gotta strangle from every angle
Head to ankles
Get mangled, so though I ain't got shit
(what?)
My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
Tryin to be fly every second
That the clock tick (BUT)
But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit
(look here) see my intent is to be content
But that's contingent
Off fly hoes jewels engines (uhh)
Since momma conceived me
Me and dude been stuck in a me lee
He's tellin me I gotta ball like Beasley
(uhh) but, I can give a FUCK
How a nigga perceives me
So until God retrieves me
I'm followin behind the nigga
That misleads me if need be
Bounce from where he tryin to keep me
But every time I try he tells
Me that he needs me, he said
Uh uh, uh stick around, we like
Stuck in a padded room