Just Chill

by Busta Rhymes

Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fas…




CHORUS (JON YOUNG):
So tired, so sick
Of yo shit
Its ova
Everytime I turn around
You right ova mah shoulda(3times)

I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't undastandi wish that you could just chill

BREAKDOWN (JON YOUNG):
No matter what I do
Its neva good enuff fo you

I keep on tryin 2 please ya
But I don't need ya
If you goin be trippin
Everytime I see ya

VERSE 1 (JON YOUNG):
Sick & tired of all the questions
Its gettin a bit much
Every button that I touch
Sets you offand then I'm fucked

'cause no matter what I do or what I say
I'm always wrong
If I call then I'm callin too much
Or not at all

either way I'm messin up
I'm fightin a losin battle
The winners been determined
So I'm finna put down my paddle

'cause I'm sick of alwayz playin this game
Its gettin old
Girl you know I ain't cheatin
You jus wanna be in control

but I can't be havin that
'cause I'm a grinder and you know this
You need 2 jus chill
Consider this you're final notice

I got thangz to do
Deal wit it or girl I'm dunzo
If you trip over sum shit again
You goin be solo

my fundz low
So I gotta get back on my grind
No more givin in when you trippin
I'm wastin time

you know I ain't finna do you wrong
That's why I'm sayin chill
Wit me you always know the deal
Girl I always keep it real


VERSE 2 (J CASH):
Just got in the door, 
And there you was waiting 
But not to greet me, 
Just to start with your interogating 

Where I been? 
I told ya, I was with my friend. 
Oh my god, here we go with this ish again. 

I ain't gotta prove myself, 
I been did that. 
I done got you everything you need, 
And then that. 

So I ain't answer my phone, 
And now you all mad at me 
Think I'm cheatin 
When you see I got a low battery. 

Its like you feed on drama, 
And I don't need that. 
Always over my shoulda, 
So Ima leave that. 

You need to understand, 
N I don't think I'm wrong, 
That Once n awhile 
I need some myspace like 

N Same goes for the fellas, 
You need to trust yo lady. 
Jus hold on loosely 
Clingin too tight gonna drive her crazy. 

But I done found a good one, 
And damn she keep it real, 
You havin problems, talk about it 
Tell em Just Chill

Written by: ALEXANDER HARMON GERARD, KEITH WILKINS, LEROY JONES, RASHIA FISHER, ROGER MCNAIR, TREVOR SMITH, WILLIAM A LEWIS

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