Lyrics:
'm better than your ex, gon' be better than your next
Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Tex-as
Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out
Now you dream
apologized for what she did
On how she hurt my heart prior
To the shit that was bound to happen
She kissed me like maybe 3 or 4 times
So yeah I cheated on her
a stamp on her forehead like she getting graded
You just tried to run game
Should've never played it
Bitch I ain't switch teams
I just got you traded
Its 44
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo, yo
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I
and shit all on the floor
They ask for more
Like Joe-Boe's kitchen handing out the wackest porridge
I just pour it super slow and blow a fart because I
to where we fall
Now hit the pause cause this is when I witnessed the jaws
Should have gone instead we kissed the minutes to dawn
She walked past the mirror
all build our stories till we have a lot of story buildings
Generation of men raised by only women
Shame! You grew up and became her villain
I lay my
and nice
I should have kissed her made it clear
It's her I need for all our years
Alas, I missed the train
I missed the dance, but by perchance
When I grew
about selling drugs every song
And y'all seem to dig it
Oh but when I say the truth
Now you think we should end it
They gon' have to assassinate me if
you have lost your mind
(Should've done what your 'sposed to
But, I can't control you)
I swear I'm gonna leave you this time
I am ending this cycle
I
here
Girls on the floor knows our posse at the door
Should I stop? Nah cool, here's more of this song, a funky Christmas melody
'Cause Jordan K
did you have to cry in front of me?
Hey Joe, I was wondering if you still had a mrs, I think you should come over and see me
Look baby I don't wanna
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
blast and you know
That you really should run
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I don't know what to do anymore
I keep on getting played by these whores
I wish my heart
Mic check, mic check
One two, one two
New Joe Budden!
Uhh
Please somebody help my soul (x4)
Talk to 'em (talk to 'em)
I let the Man have a talk
here's yo shroom take it
Have her seeing hyenas and shit
Like a safari
I'm on Safari you should Google me bitch
Before I put this Google Chrome and
Show
embracin'
Her for the best, joe
Been here for a while but now I can see
That we both kinda wasted
Don't know what this time alone gonna be
But I don't wanna
or Master over me?
Write it down, and looked it up. Can't get nothin past me.
Now Theresa was the darker toned one,
Her skin was kissed by the sun
But
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo, yo
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I
Amtrak?
They don't care about this virus, really, flights are jam-packed
Everybody gotta go and get a vaccine when I'm askin', you better have a stamp
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 2: Joe
to me
You should open up more
I don't want a closed door
Baby you belong to me
Started out rapping
I don't know what happened
Baby you belong to me
Going
now, here's to mother hen
And her chicken, Lord have mercy now
Master, will you take a roll in the mud
Like you know you should?
The old barnyard,
now, here's to mother hen
And her chicken, Lord have mercy now
Master, will you take a roll in the mud
Like you know you should?
The old barnyard,
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