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All In My Head Lyrics - No Love Lost - Joe Budden

Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life? 

Maybe it wouldn't had started at all if I had your life 

Maybe it was needed or was I thinking immorally 

If I wasn't myself could I say I gave the fans All of Me? 

Can't decide if I'm more ashamed of what they saw of me 

Than I am of ignoring all the lessons that was taught to me 

Headed up field but couldn't dodge the last tackler 

How could a forward thinker move so ass backwards? 

How could a dude with no regrets at all, willing to bet it all 

Not realize that quicker demise, how could I neglect it all? 

I'm so seasonal, some of y'all knew I'd spring back 

With a heart this cold, how'd y'all think I'd be receptive to fall 

I'm plenty comfortable when danger's around 

And even more so when strangers around 

And the bigger picture is sicker, don't know my triggers or know the alarm it forces 

Don't know a nigga, don't know my bouts with drugs and liquor or the harm it causes 

Life or death? I tried to lynch myself 

Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself 

But really, the folk that loved me, they could tell I was locin' 

I couldn't see him, cry me a river cause it fell in the ocean 

Numb to my words now, maybe felt I was open 

I cut so many people loose, do I need help with devotion? 

That's just some of the things I ask my Lord and Savior 

And when He calls for me, will He have done us all a favor? 

 

How did I make it here? 

Who are y'all? 

I feel so lost 

Now I'm not seeing it clear 

Is it my fault? 

It's all in my head 

 

I'm looking around like this can't be happening 

Round of applause for the angry rappers 

Lord, my girl cried me a flood than me a river 

That's love, depending on me when I'm a dependent on liquor 

I'm up in the shoe store, she got no love to show 

You ever look at a bitch you was fucking behind your bitch back 

Like fuck I was fucking you for? 

I'm an artist so I'm intelligent 

I would tell you to do some soul searching 

But it's hanging up in my closet with your skeleton 

It's gotta be a God's work, even a diamond gotta be polished first 

A quarter's on the loose and I ain't been out here getting my dollars' worth 

I had to remove the goggles first 

To see through the sipping Patrón and fifty phoners for I need to go get me a kidney donor 

Guru, Nate Dogg, go ahead blink a eye 

The doctor told me you close, go 'head drink and die 

Buried under the stone where the Patrón fifth sits by 

That reads "Here lies somebody who never wanted to be this guy" 

 

How did I make it here? 

Who are y'all? 

I feel so lost 

Now I'm not seeing it clear 

Is it my fault? (It go) 

It's all in my head (look) 

 

They say knowledge is power, great 'cause every day I learn 

As of late been having revelations bout this hate term 

Hate the way they judged me, till I got the case adjourned 

Hated the belly of the beast till I became its tapeworm 

When I said I'd stop getting high, tried to say it stern 

Though I'm the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn 

They say my brain is off, I say how can it be? 

If I'm out my mind, how can I be in-sanity? 

The people used to say that I was scared of progress 

They don't know how hard a nigga tried to advance 

But I don't know who's more to blame, is it them for really not knowing me 

Or is it me for never really giving them a chance? 

Get too close, be too big of a threat 

Now I spend little to no time, thinking why I ain't get rid of you yet 

Gotta recognize my maturity, gotta see I'm grown 

Let all my skeletons out the closet, just so I'd never be alone 

Since I got trust issues I won't discuss with you 

Besides God tell me who the fuck's supposed to save you 

Pop won't have a man to man, was gone half my life so 

Somewhere in his head probably feel it ain't his place to 

Plus more people will see me soon, I mean I'll be on national TV soon 

So when I ask if people I have around are a cancer for me 

That's four million more that might be able to answer for me, Joey 

 

How did I make it here? 

Who are y'all? 

I feel so lost 

Now I'm not seeing it clear 

Is it my fault? 

It's all in my head 

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