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I Couldn't Help It Lyrics - Padded Room - Joe Budden

We had a beautiful relationship at one point 

But then, then that shit changed with the quickness 

Maybe 'cause I was fuckin' other bitches 

Or maybe we had no business havin' business 

 

Not the girl that I would wanna raise kids with 

But still that shit happened regardless 

I was so young, back then so heartless 

And the shit I was thinkin' could of caught me some charges 

 

Listen, I tried to talk to her normally 

That shit ain't work for one second, she was on to me 

I tried to explain, how I ain't have a dollar to my name 

Pursuin' this rap shit, chasin' fame 

 

Young dude stressed in the hood like Jesus 

I ain't ready for no child but she was 

When you piss poor get to havin' sick thoughts 

While the chick probably sittin' there thinkin' 'bout marriage 

 

I'm thinkin' abortion like a savage 

On purpose accident to have a miscarriage 

Her a mother of mine I couldn't end up seein' 

Plus what type of mother would you end up bein' 

 

You already a psycho, I wouldn't let that pass 

I ain't think lifetime bond, I thought fat ass 

All them times you were pregnant and miserable 

All them fights we had that got physical 

 

Every time I sent you packin', pissed at you 

Like I ain't want to live with you, yeah, I kind of planned that 

Ain't considerate, sounds just like me 

Then you put someone out that looks just like me 

 

I grabbed my little dude up, looked 'em in his eyes 

And you can't understand right now I apologize 

How could I not want you here, be that selfish 

Fuck was on my mind at the time, my bad I couldn't help it 

 

Nah, I mean I couldn't help it, for real I couldn't help it 

Even though I try, must've been somethin' goin' on inside 

No lie, couldn't help it, nah, I couldn't help it 

 

Now this is how you know we go through phases 

'Cause he done sold millions of records 

Plus they done been together for ages 

I don't really know how to say this 

 

Me and old boy done shared a couple of stages 

But he wasn't around when I saw her in Vegas 

She said remember me, I thought I should lie 

I looked baby up and down and said should I? 

 

Maybe she my old broad, maybe she a singer 

I looked down, seen a chunky rock on her finger 

She said I'm Blanks wife, how you been and what you doin' here? 

I should of asked her that same shit 

 

Snoop had already told me that bitches ain't shit 

And the industries so small, that's how the game is 

When you famous, everybody's a bilingual plaintiff 

And the defendant speaks one language 

 

But we exchanged numbers like fuck it 

All we gon' talk about is music 

Neither one of us will ever use it 

But shorty she ain't hesitate to use it 

 

Four a.m., where do I begin? 

She's leavin' the club, I'm about to win 

She's so aggressive like, what room are you in? 

I ain't answer, she said meet her downstairs in ten 

 

So now we totally disrespectin' his star 

I'm with his bitch and she in his car 

She said hop in, let's head to the strip bar 

Bad ass friend with her and then she kissed ma 

 

And now I'm so confused 

She starts tellin' me about how she's so abused 

How he beats her ass, how he takes that figure 

And I'm in my head thinkin' I don't blame that nigga 

 

We hit the club like everythin's wonderful 

She touchin' me, I'm feelin' uncomfortable 

And then the DJ threw on somethin' slow 

I'm grindin' on her friend, now she wantin' to go 

 

Dude's wife started whisperin' in my ear 

I'm startin' to see it clear, she don't care 

Shorty's down with whatever 

She said, let's go to your room all together 

I'm sure the two of us will make it worth your wild 

 

Now your friend looks great and I really wanna fuck her 

But I can't be your side dude, can't be your lover 

Caught on my old school shit just to thug her 

We got to the room, told her I ain't have a rubber 

 

I thought it worked at first 

One looked disappointed and one looked hurt 

But her trifelin' ass went and made shit worse 

She reached down, pulled a few of those out her purse 

 

Got on her knees, started playin' with the head 

All her dudes lyrics started playin' in my head 

Her friend jumps in, probably feelin' left out 

I'm filled with guilt 'cause all I can think 'bout was 

 

He have her on TV with your kids 

I got her on the TV in her ribs 

Please God forgive, regret what I did 

That ain't the lifestyle I wanna live 

Just then I couldn't help it 

 

Nah, I couldn't help it, for real I couldn't help it 

Even though I try, must've been somethin' goin' on inside 

No lie, couldn't help it, nah, I couldn't help it 

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