Are You In That Mood Yet

Joe Budden

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    [Joe Budden]
    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 faithful (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real)
    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 (WHY?!)
    Cause she starts crying, mood's gettin sticky
    If I don't want it she'll want nuttin to do wit me
    JUST GET THE ABORTION AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE 250!
    But if you say that to her than you wrong
    You ain't think bout that you was gettin your groove on
    Can't take care of myself nevermind 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 tryin to 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 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 of 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 niggaz say only God can judge me
    FUCK! what niggaz heard or think or even thought
    Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short
    Ya heard?

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