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JOE BUDDEN lyrics : "Don't Make Me"

(Verse 1)Top down with the fresh cut
With A. Baker (Anita 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 manUs two was on some brother %#@!
But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted it'll grant you some other %#@!

I know I can't be the only one troubled with
I talk 'bout hard %#@! 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'(Hook)


(Verse 2)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
I'm on 9-5 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 F.Y.I. to be notified, cause
(WHY)Do it matter what he got it store for ^!$$%s if they too broke to buy

I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya'll
From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard
Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeurLet em know before

I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said(Hook)

(Verse 3)Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel

Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
Get mangled, so I don't got %#@!
My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott %#@!

Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick
But there's a suicide bomber in the @@#!pit
See my intent is to be content

But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin'
Since mama concieved me
Me and dude been stuck in a melee

He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely
But I could give a $#&@ how a ^!$$% percieves me
So until God retrieves meI'm followin' behind the ^!$$% that misleads me

If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me
But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me

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