Don't Make Me

Joe Budden

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    [Verse 1:]
    Top down with the fresh cut
    With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of'
    A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up
    Everythin' else healthy, 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 seein' my eyes
    But for now, tell God hurry my plans
    Cause I just had to bury my man
    Us two was on some brother shit
    But if I learned anythin', 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 hard shit like I discovered it
    Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist
    I just wrote the book, he published it
    Simply read holdin' back the years
    Cause when I strayed, it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin'

    [Hook]

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    [Verse 2:]
    Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me
    Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
    Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me
    Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me
    But the boy won't bend
    Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end
    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 F.Y.I. to be notified, cause (WHY)
    Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy
    I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya'll
    From the devil's bedroom on to 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

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3:]
    Wouldn't be smart to tangle with ya guardian angel
    Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
    Get mangled, so I don't got shit
    My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
    Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick
    But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit
    See my intent is to be content
    But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin'?
    Since mama concieved me
    Me and dude been stuck in a melee
    He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely
    But I could give a fuck how a nigga percieves 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 everytime I try he tells me that he needs me

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    Composición: Joe Budden

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