Stained

歌詞

[DJ On Point] The name of this shit right here is called Stained [Sample- Staind: Outside] I'm on the outside and I'm looking in I can see through you, see your true colours Inside you're ugly, ugly like me I can see through you, see through the real you [Joe Budden] Lemme talk to them real quick It's, it's, it's what? It's that On Top music Niggaz said the only cat I cared about is myself When shit's thick, don't nobody's whereabouts but myself When you're faced with it all and your back's against the wall You'll be listenin' but all you hear about is yourself Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain't reliable You're lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain't desirable Need another nigga besides yourself on the side of you Can't listen to yourself, all he do is lie to you Now tell me who's supposed to have your best intrest When shit ain't lookin' up, you start havin' less intrest Tryin' to leave the hood but the slugs keep commin' Keep chasin' the buck but the buck keep runnin' I don't trust nobody, I don't love nobody I don't fuck with nobody but me, I can't lose No moves'll be funny and I never let myself down How so? I don't expect too much from me [Sample] I'm everything the hip hop critics try and Got no problem bringin' out the shit hip hop hides So I do the club shit for the blind, they can't see You write some substance and sometimes they can't read Needle in the haystack, hidden jewel the most So fly, down to earth, he's so cool to most A regular hood nigga with he's two the most And he's so smart, he's stupid. Still a fool to most Tell me how could somebody so sane, be so off So normal, he's not. It's so strange, he's so lost And you're lookin' for someone to blame, there's no fault Now you're feelin' all this pain, there's no source Eyes open, I can't blink right now, I can't think right now Bartender, I need a drink right now Pen movin' but there's not enough ink right now Not a ship you can't sink right now [Sample] T-shirt filthy nigga, eyes lookin' like a guilty nigga Beard look like he's a Philly nigga Fistball like somebody tryna steal me nigga I pour my heart out on wax, you gotta feel me nigga And no over the counter that can heal me nigga Gun cocked like there's some nigga tryna kill me nigga And try whatever it is you tryna deal me nigga 'Lest they got some new shit that might grill me nigga I pull out like break me off, peel me nigga The games short like I owe you, bill me nigga Unless you're a thick bitch that might appeal to me nigga Naw don't beat me down, don't drill me nigga I'm like really nigga, I'm too ill to these niggaz How long you think this games gonna conceal me nigga Even if I don't scan a few milly my nigga I fell and I got up and I'm still me nigga [Talking] It's, it's, it's what? It's that On Top music