Don't Make Me Lyrics - Padded Room - Joe Budden

Top down with the fresh cut 

With A Baker through the speakers, "Best Of" 

A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up 

Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up 

A good pair of shades on, you gon' always see me in disguise 

Not for style, I don't want you to seein' my eyes 

But for now, tell God hurry my plans 

'Cause I just had to bury my man 

Us two was on some brother shit 

But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted 

It'll grant you some other shit 

I know I can't be the only one troubled with 

I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it 

Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist 

I just wrote the book, he published it 

Simply read holdin' back the years 

'Cause when I strayed, it looked like 

He holdin' back some tears, he sayin' 

Don't make me bad, no, no 

Don't you make me bad 

Don't you make me bad, no, no 

Don't you make me bad 

Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me 

Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me 

Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me 

Crowd laughin', there must be a roast behind me 

But the boy won't bend 

Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end 

But still I'm on nine-five speedin', truly love it 

No idea where I'm goin', that's the beauty of it 

But still I'm here waitin' on a sign 

Or a FYI to be notified 'cause why? 

Do it matter what he got it store for nigga's if they too broke to buy 

I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons y'all 

From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard 

Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur 

Let 'em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said 

Don't make me bad, no, no 

Don't you make me bad 

Don't make me bad, no, no 

Don't you make me bad 

Wouldn't be smart to tangle with ya guardian angel 

Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles 

Get mangled, so I don't got shit 

My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit 

Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick 

But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit 

See my intent is to be content 

But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin'[Incomprehensible] 

Since mama conceived me 

Me and dude been stuck in a melee 

He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasley 

But I could give a fuck how a nigga perceives me 

So until God retrieves me 

I'm followin' behind the nigga that misleads me 

If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me 

But every time I try, he tells me that he needs me 

Don't make me bad, no, no 

Don't you make me bad 

Don't you make me bad, no, no 

Don't you make me bad