[Hook]
If I gotta go (yeah, woo!)
Can anybody tell me where? (ohh!)
And if I gotta go (if I gotta go)
Does anybody even care? (ohh!)

[Joe Budden]
L-look, look
We gon' party like it's 1-9-9-9
Somethin triggers makin my mind design crime when at times my mind's fine
Inclinded to find dimes, resigned from primetime
I need my stars to align when signs say they benign
Tell whoever cares if a stray happens to hit me
I need to take all the money I made with me
If I'm heaven-bound I'll put a hole in every turncoat
If hellbound I'm poppin shit through the inferno
My jargon is, I'm a arsonist
Since 11 when I found out what arson is
Look at me fully styled in that foreign whip
I get a high from it, I love that Johnny Carson shit
I got a fascination for the aggravation
True to my untruths, I love the fabrication
Waitin on a antedote, but I lack the patience
On a second thought, I got my own vaccination

[Hook]
[Interlude: Emanny]
All I ever dream's alone
That makes me wanna run and charge
Ohhhhhh...
All I ever dream's alone
That makes me wanna run and charge
Ohhhhhh...

[Joe Budden]
Underdig this
Problem is I'm smarter than e'rybody
But too numb to show it; they too dumb to know it (n***a!)
Eventually my A's turned into D's
Eventually my O's made its way to E
I'm tense, I'm not at ease, there's n***as with degrees
That ain't never made it hot nor turned up the degrees
There's n***as with credentials, accolades, paperwork (but)
But couldn't figure out how to make they paper work
Me, I fight to stay alive, e'ry day is work
Especially when they say it's six million ways to murk (here's one)
I wish the whole world was more like me
More likely to see through the eyes that I see
Or be tired like I be, let's hide our ID's
There's holes in my arms, untied this IV
At times, wish the world would comprehend like I do
Know it sound like I don't wanna mend, but I'd like to
[Hook]

[Joe Budden]
Forewarnin n***a, ya heard?
L-look look look look; I wonder what's behind the clouds
Flew all over the world, still I couldn't find out
Maybe I'm normal and e'rybody else isn't
Apron on over the stove in hell's kitchen
Uh, nails bitten, uh, failed livin
Another derailed mission for a n***a jail smitten
Enough to get the pound - if I don't like the shit around me
Maybe I should change the shit that I'm around
How that sound? Uhh

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[Hook]

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