State Of You (Prod by Jared F)-Joe Budden

State Of You (Prod by Jared F) - Joe Budden * samples are from Frou Frou's "Psychobabble" [Chorus: Frou Frou sample] If you think that it's so damn easy Then what do you need me for? Just look at the state of you Babe, snap out of it You're not listening to this [Joe Budden] Yeah... talk to 'em! Ohh HUH? Joey! It's, it's, that on top Must be I'm just avoidin the inevitable, dodgin my fate So many things a ni**a gotta escape Autobiographical, I need my life to maybe hop on a page that'll end with a sigh, goodbye, with my mouth open cockin a gauge How you the greatest at your job, but they dockin your pay? Guess when God's holdin a bar they start mockin your ways Murder my fans while I'm rockin on stage Naw let me chill, I ain't thinkin at a logical state I catch 'em while they noddin they head, sayin the words And start a blood bath, right as they repeatin the verse at the show let 'em know that they help lead to me bein disturbed I'm thinkin {"You're not making any sense"} ha ha, listen (OHH!) How much longer you expect me to be degraded by niggaz who can't appreciate bein appreciated? Y'all made this beef related One less person to judge, just one more problem alleviated (HUH?) [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Ya mean, uh, fruck's goin on? Yeah! Listen I'll stand before your honor, without a alibi, lost kinda Just a product of a lost genre Cuffed like I'ma cause drama, headline un-remorsed trauma Sweat drippin from my head like I performed a concert No alibi for my unlawful conduct I need a pardon from the president, call Obama And tell him I was goin all out I was doin God's work, I thought the ni**a called out {"Snap out of it, you're not making any sense"} They don't hear me, check it! You lookin at a more honest improve in me All of the comments and scutiny, drive him to lunacy Committin hate crimes as if I got immunity A opportune time to have opportunity Not, but when he don't stop by it just ruins me Pride is persuin me, why's it rebukin me? I got demons by my door, staked out I'm inside goin over my escape route [Chorus] w/ Budden singing along [Interlude: Frou Frou sample] Now I've had it up to here Don't ever try that again Why are you so quiet so suddenly? Go on, have it You're just dying to tryyyyy me! [Joe Budden] Yeah, uh-huh-uh, uhh Muh'frucker, uh, uh Let me tell you Yo, see I'm in search of privacy On e'ry social network, but don't wan' network with society That's, probably why my net worth ain't so high to me These Percosets work, now they F**KIN with my sobriety I'm chasin a hit - all in Heath Ledge +Dark Knight+ overdose, I ain't chasin the SH*T! I got a audience, they just got me hatin this sh*t Or is it how I view life, and how vacant it is Watch me and see a horrible movie, bad reviews Scattered views with a cold heart, wrong attitude I ain't got a thing in common with these rapper dudes Ni**a! {"You're not making any sense"} Okay, aside from some drawn-out thoughts, mags and tools I don't think they know what it FEEL like to be battered, bruised And still they can't see me with the ink So try f**kin the world ain't as easy as you think, ni**a! [Chorus] + [Interlude] [Outro: Joe Budden] Oh, Joey! Ta-ha Fruck's goin on? You need me for? F**k them all niggaz, geah The fruck's goin on? Ni**a! Ta-ha, yeah It's, it's... Warn yourself