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 ***** 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 ****** 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 ***** 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 
****** with my sobriety 
I'm chasin a hit - all in 
Heath Ledge (Dark Knight) overdose, 
I ain't chasin the 
****! I got a audience, they just got me hatin this **** 
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 
*****! {"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 ****** the world ain't as easy as you think, *****! [Chorus + Interlude] [Outro: Joe Budden] 
Oh, Joey! 
Ta-ha Fruck's goin on? 
You need me for? 
**** them all ******, geah 
The fruck's goin on? 
*****! Ta-ha, yeah 
It's, it's... 
Warn yourself