Artist: Joe Budden Album: Padded Room Song: Don't Make Me Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Joe Budden] Whoa, mic check one-two one-two Mic check one-two one-two Yeah, yeah, yeah I'd like to welcome e'rybody (welcome e'rybody) To the, to the, to the L-look, look, l-look, look [Joe Budden] Top down with the fresh cut With A. Baker through the speakers (I mean) "Best Of" A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin dressed up (why?) E'rything 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 see in my eyes Live for now (but) but tell God hurry my plans You see I just had to bury my man Us two was on some brother shit (look) But if I learned anything if you take life for granted it'll grant you some other shit I know I can't be the only one troubled with I talk 'bout hardship like I discovered it (but I) Though I had enough of it (but I) still won't cut a wrist I just wrote the book, he published it Simply read holdin back the years Cause when I stray it looked like he holdin back some tears, he sayin [Chorus: sample] Don't make me cry, no no Don't you make me cry... Don't you make me cry, no no Don't you make me cry... [Joe Budden] L-look, look (oh!) Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me (look) 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 (never) Though the road to the riches is startin to look like it don't end (But still) 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, WHY?) Do it matter what he got in store for niggaz if they too broke to buy I know I want heart, my back carryin some tons y'all From the devil's bedroom onto his front yard Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur Let 'em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said [Chorus] [Joe Budden - over Chorus] Dawg, muh'fucker don't Uhh, l-look, don't, nah Uhh, uh uh, uhh Mic check one-two one-two Mic, one, two - let me holla at 'em [Joe Budden] Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit'cha guardian angel Not when he gotta strangle from every angle, head to ankles Get mangled, so though I ain't got shit (what?) My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit Tryin to be fly every second that the clock tick (BUT) But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit (look here) See my intent is to be content But that's contingent, off fly hoes usin engines (uhh) Since momma conceived me Me and dude been stuck in a me-lee He's tellin me I gotta ball like Beasly (uhh) But I can give a FUCK how a nigga perceives me So until God retrieves me I'm followin behind the nigga that misleads me If need be, bounce from where he tryin to keep me But every time I try he tells me that he needs me, he said [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Joe Budden] Uh-uh, uh Stick around, we like... Stuck in a padded room