Are You in That Mood Yet? lyrics

[Joe Budden]

Yo, I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle, yo

I know it's fucked up what a lack of cake'll do

A few people wanna move in and stay wit you

You wish you could help 'em all, but you ain't able to

Cause the rent's a lil' late plus the cable's due

You and your girlfriend are beefin' in a serious way

You used to be faithful (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real)

Finally got your mind made on going your separate ways WAIT

Nah homeboy, her period's late now THINK

Your time's runnin out do it quickly (WHY?!)

Cause she starts crying, mood's gettin sticky

If I don't want it she'll want nuttin to do wit me

JUST GET THE ABORTION AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE 250!

But if you say that to her than you wrong

You ain't think bout that you was gettin your groove on

Can't take care of myself nevermind a new born

I guess the pussy got too good for too long

Seems like my money goes by too easy

Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly

Hoopty done shitted, you spendin more money tryin to fix it

Than when you did tryin to get it (C'MON!)

Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger

Who the fuck keeps callin from this private number?

There's crime on my mind and my nails are dirty

The floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey

Depression starts talkin and his voice is raspy

CAUSE HE AIN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP IN 3 AND A HALF WEEKS!

Look, beard is full, hair is nappy

These jeans ain't mine so they way too baggy

Priorities fucked shit startin to gas me

It's like my lil' man's life slipped right past me (talk to em)

Startin to trap me, his name's Dwayne SO WHY THE FUCK MY SON KEEP CALLIN' HIM DADDY?!

Same shit that I feared after all these years

I gotta breathe I can't believe my ears

Wipin out my eyes I'm damn near in tears

But you can't be mad, you know you ain't been there (nah)

Grab his moms I throw her against the door

But in the back of your mind you know it ain't her fault (nah)

I ain't mad at all, I'm just bothered

I get honest for real I ain't been the best father like

Toys 'R Us, Chuck E Cheese

You know a lil' boy grow up wit these needs

New Year's or Christmas, even the birthday

At least bring the nigga to his school on the first day (OHHHH)

I can't believe it, this the same way that I was treated

So maybe it's history repeated

I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid

But this one it really feel like it's his (OHHHH)

It's the truth and I hate that fact

WAIT, shouldn't of said that I take that back

Look, I apologize let's rewind this whole story like NaS

C4 just erase that track (C'MON!)

I don't care if only the track trust me

FUCK! what niggas say only God can judge me

FUCK! what niggas heard or think or even thought

Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short

Ya heard?

• Artist:Joe Budden