If I Gotta Go

Joe Budden

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    If I gotta go
    Can anybody tell me where
    And if I gotta go
    Does anybody even care

    Lo look look
    We gon party like it's one nine nine nine
    Somethin triggers makin my mind design crime
    When at times my minds fine inclinded to find dimes
    Resigned from primetime
    I need my stars to align when signs say they benigne
    Tell whoever cares if a stray happens to hit me
    I need to take all the money I made with me
    If I'm heaven bound I'll put a hole in every turncoat
    If hell bound I'm poppin shit thru the inferno
    My jargon is I'm an arsonist
    Since 11 when I found out what arson is
    Look at me fully styled in that foreign whip
    I get a high from it love that johnny carson shit
    I got facsination for the aggrvation
    Shoot em or? I love the fabrication
    Waitin on a antedote but I lack the patience
    On the second thought got my own vaccination

    If I gotta go
    Can anybody tell me where
    And if I gotta go
    Does anybody even care

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    Problem is I'm smarter than everybody
    But too numb to show it they too dumb to know it
    Eventually my a's turned into d's
    Eventually my o's made it's way to e
    I'm tense I'm not at ease
    There's niggaz with degrees
    That ain't never made it hot nor turned up the degrees
    There's niggaz with credentials accolates paperwork
    But could'ntfigure out how to make they paper work
    Me I fight to stay alive everyday is work
    Especially when they say there's six million ways to murk
    I wish the world was more like me
    More likely to see thru the eyes that I see
    Or be tired like I be
    Let's hide our id's
    There's holes in my arms
    Untied this iv
    At times wish the world would comprehend like I do
    Know it sound like I don't wanna mend but I'd like to

    If I gotta go
    Can anybody tell me where
    And if I gotta go
    Does anybody even care

    I wonder what's behind the clouds
    Flew all over the world still I could'ntfind out
    Maybe I'm normal and everybody else isnt
    Apron on over the stove in hells kitchen
    Nails bitten failed livin
    Another derailed mission for a nigga jail smitten
    Enough to get the pound
    If I don't like the shit around me
    Maybe I should change the shit that I'm around
    How that sound

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    Composición: Joe Budden

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