Are You in That Mood

歌詞

[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?