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Now I Lay

Joe Budden

Padded Room

2009

(Verse 1)
'Pump it up, you came to get it krunk*
A dame and shit and drunk, you came to get it onnnnnn'*
That's when it all got started (I mean)
Back

yo' lifestyle far from me
When I swept up my broken pieces God taught me to watch my back from all you vultures and you fiends (Wallah)
I can't seem

on her back when I eat it
I got touch, she ain't fuck with her day

He got you cold, her body anemic
Now she with me and feelin' she dreamin
Love me

came back to shoot
Two aunts that were inflicted 
With the sickness of their mind
They metaphorically kicked it
cnd by it I mean their lives
Were broken

them thots
You got me feeling all kinda ways
Yell it from the rooftops, I'm ya bae
From the dirty south, back to the bay
We bout to take over the game

of attraction
Slow reaction, on my trail no Appalachian
Bringing back that satisfaction
You've got me, I'll admit
I'm the most dumbest, genius rapper
But my

don’t you know that for you 
I’m gon come back ‘round

Careful baby you could fall in
Don’t you worry cause I’m in control
Late night, hear your body

move
Got in that mode
I was so low
Sleeping in wips 
cin't have a home
They was all laughing 
It wasn't a joke
Tried in the fire
I'm coming out gold
Look

what's Thrilling
Met some Billie Jeans and I kissed one right to this song
Thank you Micheal fuck that nigga who was lacking titles
Heat my back Miami Pace

done overlinking
Got a clean state
So you'll never catch me keeping secrets
Keep a quick pace so nobody knows what I am thinking
Wear a sweet face cus

on at least one or two
I use caffeine and nicotine
I bet you got a couple favorites too

Oh, drugs, drugs, drugs
They make new ones every day
The war on drugs

To the tropics
Back in holly wood
Just to lay it down
I get it popping
I'm in Texas now
Please don't call my phone
I ain't answering
Got no time to waste
Girl you

at seven o eight
I know you wanna play all these games I got in stored for you
Baby I'll show you how I do
Baby I'll show you how I do
Reaching spots that

Grab it from the front, then you hit it from the back
Let's go and buss it open cuz' I'm lookin' like a snack
I don't give a fuck about that other

But no one gives a fuck
¿What the hell
Do you mean by
What am I looking at?
I’m looking right at you men
Is that a problem?
Oh, so now you’ll hide

And you'll live forever in our hearts

Now we're calling out to keep the faith alive
And if we join as one you know hope will arrive
We can't sit, we've got

I get it i'm the man
No matter how tough, i'll always come with a plan
Never chasin hoes, only thing i'm chasin bands
Got henny with some chaser

Ugh It's Poet Chane Illmania yeah woah

Yo I pick up a fucker in advance thats twice
Hi I'm poet Chane by the way Half man Half vice
A chainsaw is

to date her
How fucked up is that
If you don't get it by now I'm talking about rap
Kool G fourth member of Fugees if you let me tell it
My old compositions

gotta take it
Keep on pushing man fuck the rules I gotta break em
Get it by any means fuck all the talking and the hating
Ion get no money out here

These niggas keep giving me guns, like I won't aim them
And shoutout Beagle, that's my homie, yeah I name him
Yeah, shoutout homie
I cannot do this by my

friends in a vert

Do what I want, I'ma do what I do
Perc dirty ya, same color my shoes
Left wrist icy, think I been got the flu
Got it out the mud, yeah

ya wife
But I had to let it go I made plays on the pike
Hold up

I-nine-five
Now I gotta slide
Quiet storm brewing so we gotta look alive
Smoking heavy

with the strap got my finger on the trigger
(CHILD!)
Cause a nigga fell off had to come back
Ain't in the field but I still got that
Text me what you