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Six Minutes Lyrics - Singles - Joe Budden

Its your motherfuckin boy 

Yeah 

Jump Off Joe Budden here 

Clinton Sparks 

We gonna get familiar with it 

We gonna get familiar together matter fact 

Boston stand up 

Jerz stand up 

Sparks, solid its your boy 

It'ssssss... 

It'ssssss... 

THAT ON TOP MUSIC 

 

[Chorus: repeat 4X] 

Whatever it takes 

To find a way 

To find a way 

To find a way 

I'ma do 

 

aight 

I'm dealin with some shit homie 

Its in the back of my head 

And its some shit homie 

But I just rap it instead 

See I got Wolverine claws in me 

But the whole worlds throwin stones at me 

Like they all got a bone with me 

Got a childs mother 

And I hate her to death 

But that's my childs mother 

So that's my major till death 

Its wild how I love her 

For putting little me here 

And me and here could be forever 

she gon still be there 

but there some other niggaz 

I just take care of the room 

But they some other niggaz 

Now lets get back to the song 

I got a drug problem 

That I ain't attended to 

Because I got enough problems 

And my solution is to stuff problems 

But if something goes wrong with that 

Then its back to PCP 

And so long with raps 

See I'm depressed lately 

But nobody understands that I'm depressed lately 

I'm sorta feelin represed lately 

And youll be hearin and seein me less lately 

Like has anyone noticed the regress lately 

Look deep nigga 

Don't I seem stressed lately 

Seem disturbed 

Alotta regrets lately 

Got a company 

That I'm signed to 

But they ain't in my company 

When all I need is some company 

When I start feelin like everybodies done with me 

I'm tryin to see what everybody want fwith me 

Then the mistress 

Yeah the girl from *10 minutes its her 

Now I'm needed ten minutes for her 

I can't get into it 

But I want y'all to know 

That ill get into 

But ill save that for *The Growth 

And this rap beef 

But I'm so secure with me 

Its only rap beef 

I don't need security 

Wanna get at me 

Wanna go to war with me 

That's just one phone call from me 

Check this shit 

I got a whole hood 

That don't appreciate me 

It's not the whole hood 

That depreciates me 

What you gonna tell me 

When it's the streets that made me 

And I won't let the belly of the beast degrade me 

And then theres rap critics 

They say all I make is dance music 

But to almost anything 

You can dance stupid 

They ain't like the single 

But they ain't cop the album 

Wouldn't give a chance to it 

Not a second glance to it 

They say he whines too much 

Hes too bitter 

They call it complaining 

I call it explaining 

I know normal niggaz get caught up in the game and 

Lose they mind and y'all call it entertainment 

Its some shit with me 

And dudes been knew that 

But I'm gambling a lot and I ain't used to do that 

And then rap ain't payin the bills 

Its more money more problems 

Or its no money more problems 

Its all enormous when you playin these games 

That's how it feel to have a warrant on a famous face 

Then the albums pushed back because they say he need a 

single at the moment 

When what he need is a single moment 

Then I'm involved in the he say she say 

And that's on my mind on replay each day 

Then theres the bullshit that she say that hes gay 

But she wouldn't like to think that I ain't like her 

Just because she was throwin it at me and I ain't touch 

her 

Shell say anything sides from I ain't wanna fuck her 

I don't feel good 

So I don't wanna go to a club 

dont wanna go to a lounge 

just wanna lounge 

in the same sweats that I had on for days 

same tee I had on for a week 

what I got on it speaks 

what I got on it reeks 

no shape up 

cause but that's just how I'm feelin 

and one day at a time 

its God willin 

im tryin to see straight 

but the fog keeps building 

pulse start racing 

the bulls startin to hate me 

but I gotta be a king 

cause its wolves tryin to play me 

hoodie when its hot like its freezing winter 

rest, starve, eat and sleep for dinner 

and its hard trying keep this in ya 

So I write it all down 

So one day maybe 

When life is all sweet ill remember 

Then its probation 

I know we all go through it 

We call it pro-bation 

But there's no pros to it 

And my souls aching 

Only a few peers know 

Funny thing about the case is it's a few years old 

I had some shit going on with my dick 

It felt good but its bad 

So I'm sitting here like what the bitch had 

It's not Graph, Its real 

Look scrappy its true 

Dog whats poppin 

Do he look happy to you 

Now if it goes to the wire 

Got the soul of a fighter 

Bruised up and sloppy 

I damage like Ali 

Up late talking to the fans on the website 

That's the only thing that send your man of to bed 

right 

FUCK THE WORLD 

FUCK MY MOMS AND MY GIRL 

Well maybe not moms 

Just let me remain calm 

This too won't last 

This too shall pass 

At least that's what I say dog 

That's what I pray for 

And I'm the only thing that's standing in my way yall 

But I gotta be wit me 

There's no escape yall 

I guess depression just stepped in and took over shit 

like its known to do 

I guess its that 

Hey Joe I'm going home with you 

Turn your phone off 

I need to be alone with you 

I need to be in the zone with you 

Cause I'm the only thing you grown to nigga 

Look I own you nigga 

Been with me since ten 

But you startin to confuse me 

Cause Its been so long 

You still trying to lose me 

Like bitch how could you show me such cruelty 

When everybody turns there back on you 

Joe it's just you and me 

You don't want me to see you right 

And why you always come see me how we reunite 

Tell me 

I know you feel for me deep in your heart 

Doctors, meetings, pills couldn't keep us apart 

Now you got a deal 

And you wanna get rid of me 

But we roommates 

I'm in your head Joe 

You live with me 

So I don't write for the fans 

Nah 

I write to my man 

And hope hell just leave and understand 

Like 

Like please leave the kid in peace 

Let me smoke this one cig in peace 

Just leave me for a second man 

Its been too long and I can't coupe it 

And as long as you around I can't make that dance music 

 

[Chorus] 

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