Joe Budden - Hiatus lyrics

rate me

Two years, waits up

Still sleep, wake up

Girl gon break up

Mind right, cake up

Friends came, friends left

Bullshit is endless

Been next, Hip Hop

Really not impressed

Maybe just my love died

Sober, still above high

Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries

I cry til I can't cry no more

Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more

Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more

Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more

I guess I... pack up all of my belongings and just troop it

You know it's beef when a smart nigga get stupid

Then it's justified, rational nullified

Steven shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died

See he was raised different, I know his mother tried

His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky

But still shorty wild

Turned on by 40 cals

Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style

No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef

I only ever fist fought with niggas bigger than me

I never been the one to try to grab shit in my reach

Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach

I feel like life is all written, understand my math

Got on my knees told God I had a plan he laughed

I mean...

Hours pass, no sleep

Cowards get a slow leak

Showered twice the whole week

Powerless control freak

Thinkin' about suicide

Won't though, I'm scrutinized

Life nigga, do or die

Hood want him crucified

Jewelry on, fresh dressed

Model broads, excess

Phone calls, death threats

Tell me what's the next step

What's what?

Whos who?

Paranoid as usual

Gripping on my deuce deuce

Either way a lose lose

All I need is one mic

Razor blades, gun fights

Grew without no sun light

Understand sons plight

If done right, won't seek and fail

I don't follow the path

I'm creating my own to leave a trial

No rhyme or reason

Nor reason to rhyme

No more food for thought

Shit to season the mind

Now they doubting my desire

Second guessing my fashion's

Like bringing weapons en-mass in when you question my passion

I live for this

Not the baguettes and the fame

Got signed having the awnser then the question changed

Saying jump off don't sound right

Is blashphemous, down right

I astound mics

Music is just what feelings sound like

So even though when I do it it's flames

For a while felt like I was making music in vain

We don't view it the same

I use it for change

Y'all do it for change

I use it for pain

But keep doing your thing

Soundscans sky rocket

Build all this hype bout it

People might cop it

This is just my logic

Maybe it's psychotic

Though labels try to stop it

This is my antibiotic (oh!)

So let me start doing what dudes like

A nigga in the booth feeling fresher then some new nikes

And I cruise like cruise-control

No fuck that!

I can't do it, I might lose my soul

Even though it should help a nigga to his goal

Would defeat the whole purpose

Nahh that ain't what Jerz is

Nahh that would be worthless

Bars sounding nervous

A nigga much deeper then what you see on the surface

I rather resort back to snatching purses

Finally understanding what the gift and the curse is

If I was more concerned about a purchase

I would tell ya'll it's about to go down like bird shit

It takes courage, me verses urges

Wordsmith done got caught up in label merges

And what's worse is

I've been deserted in the circus

Up and left the circuit

It's dead like hearses

Sicker then the pedaphiles working in the churches

That ain't the type of shit I deem fit for my verses

So lemme help niggas understand mouse

Why try to fit in when you a stand out?

No album but the money never ran out

Beside from rap I'm kinda focused on land now

Cause I don't know where the game is

It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris

So niggas can't fathom what money and fame is

Well some niggas get it by using their stainless

Well some niggas get it but they can't sustain it

Me!... I'm regular Joe I don't let it change shit

Thanks to Giovanni for these lyrics