Joe Budden - More of Me lyrics

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[Hook: Emanny]

I give you my all

But it seems like that's not enough

Letting you get more of me

So while the world keep on changing

The one thing remaining is

I keep letting you get more of me

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

My story, my pain, can't ail it

My tears overflowed, you can't pail it

My talent, to immense can't jail it

Niggas tried to cross the God, but they ain't nail it

My path, my walkway, you can't trail it

My ladder, my mountain, can't scale it

It's my life, my struggles, can't help it

I'm just grateful that He kept me alive for me to tell it

Check it, see the music industry changed me

It was everything that I'd have never guessed it was

So my discography is all full of hand-me-downs

I couldn't figure out another way to dress it up

So every verse fight with the truth

Nah, no one know me better than this mic and this booth

It's no better way, I owe my todays to my yesterdays

You live with regrets, probably die with em too

So I trust God more than myself, I'm trying to tell ya

Drunk in the basement, now I'm in the wine cellar

I learned to never let the fear settle in

And now I'm more prepared than I've ever been

Not one ounce of hate in my glass

Just one of the things OG taught me way in advance

Said it's two types of folk in this world

Got the ones that's out doing it

And those busy saying they can't

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

You know some niggas never learn

Some learn and never apply, but wait

Some apply but never teach

My only right to preach, I spent time being each

Grab your magnifying glass I need ya'll to look closer

At the only dude to do every drug and get lower

If niggas knew a third of all the weight that he shouldered

They'd know it's an insult to think I'm only bipolar

I got a unique talent, don't know how I obtained it

How do I sustain it? Can't even explain it

I get more info from words that aren't spoken

More fixated on people or things when they are broken

I used to think everybody was pure

Now I'm busy trying to come up with everybody's cure

And that mindset led to glory

It be the people you help most, normally do the most harm

Made it my whole life, most times I ain't bite

So no need to stick to a script that I didn't write

Preconceived notions, nothing less than a failure

Base your's off of the cover and miss the best-seller

While I'm at it, let me tell you about this angel I met

She was fly, from every angle was fresh

And the way that she was jamming to the song called 'I'm Not Perfect'

Made me wanna know what her imperfections were

Now listen, and they weren't hard to find yall

Both parents were addicts like mine are

Mi-nor, but her story wasn't new to me

Most of life, shorty was homeless like I used to be

Could tell she never felt appreciated

Looked too much like her dad, was her mom's least favorite

Picture a bond supposed to be sacred

Looking up at your mom's eyes and seeing hatred

Pop left when she was young

Well she still young and he still gon' keep it 100

While I'm just amazed that a woman so beautiful

Could through such ugliness and not become it

World keeps spinning, learned sinners keep sinning

And I can't even tell her some fights ain't fight worthy

Cause my pops got 20 years clean, but her pops got 20 years dirty

She moved to Jersey where he happens to reside

Thinking they'll be closer but it's only fiction

Cause she so young, all it does is cause friction

God picked the right nigga though, to teach about addiction

Years ago she should've been on homie watch

So check the time out, just not on mommy's watch

Cause someone beat her ass for years, someone calmly watched

Na, stepdaddy beat her ass, mommy watched

I keep her closer than ever she always next to me

Bisexual, comfortable sexually

I’m talking more comfortable than she should ever be

Especially considered the fact she was molested three

Times, somethings a picture doesn’t tell

Can’t be worth a thousand words or her pictures might yell

Ya’ll see a pretty face on Instagram

I see a girl that should be scarred, never lent a hand

There go God’s work again how’d he know I need that?

How the fuck did he pick her to walk me through a relapse?

Believe me, shorty I’ll kill for you if need be

And I need you much more than you would ever think you need me

What I do for you is tangible, shit that you could gain

You for me, not understandable, it's shit you can’t explain

Some folk don’t see the effect in that

Some say I’m using you, they’d be correct in that

But what for they’ll never know

It’s deeper than nude pics, it’s something I would never show

I figured like this...

You came to me at a pool party and I was two steps away from smoking on that wet

My logic say to me, you came as a stranger and I hold you dearer than most people I ever met in my entire life b

God’s work, not mine

You came younger and wiser, I'd have never known it

You don’t look your age

Younger and wiser when I was older and dumber

You came to me as nothing I'd have ever wanted

But everything I'd have ever needed, I swear to you its God's work, not mine

So you'll never be alone again

What's mine is yours, you won't be without a home again

And I know you from Miami, so you hate the cold

But you been through much colder than me and I'm much older

You just ride shotgun, let a nigga chauffeur

I'll cut the grass, you just look out for the cobras

We'll be just fine, God set these on our shoulders

I'll show you a man, you showed me I could stay sober

Let the world talk about every picture we post up

And we'll sleep well every night, cause they don't know us

[Hook + (Joe Budden)]

(God's work

Talk to em

Sometimes you gotta stick around for the miracle

Gotta wait for the miracle to happen

God's work, not mine)

I said, God's work, not

Word, I love you

I'm gone

Life is beautiful ain't it...

Thanks to Andy for correcting these lyrics