Clothes on a Mannequin - Joe Budden

Ladies and gentlemen

I’d like to welcome everybody

Please take your seats

Please be seated

We have a great show lined up for everybody tonight

Special guest in the house tonight

Joe Budden, J. Cardim

Let’s…GO

A wise man said we all wear a mask

At times keepin it on is too much of a task

Your face on the net, and your life’s on blast

It might slip off, you gotta give me a pass

Sometimes I feel like a man again

But how they dress me don’t make me the man I am

Nah the woes dont hamper him

They just lookin' at the clothes on a mannequin

Look, look, look

I want the best cars and the best flow

I want the best broads thats how that go

[I mean I want to be a star and collect dough

But even if I had it all it’d be just for show]

I want the diamonds to make my neck glow

Lust for the next ho a love will never let go

I want to run along from my shortcomings

But I smoke so my breath gonna be short running

I want to be in control, hands on

If I’m the pilot then we will never land wrong

But I want to have faith, stayin' strong

Take the first step when I ain’t got a leg to stand on

I got a lot to give but I want more

With numb thoughts, positive but I’m unsure

On the misplace, getaway and its disarray

And yall don’t know the man just what he put on display

I’m too annoyed to cope, tryna make a livin

Given I dont think that being a dope boy is dope

Out of every story, only 2 end in glory

Who am I to think I’m different than every hustler before me?

If I took my anger, became a gangbanger

I would aim to aim my anger at every stranger

Shawty wanna leave, honestly I can’t blame her

Say the ones you love the most are always in the most danger

I talk a little slower so you have to hear

Dead man walkin, no tatted tears

Or realest to ever do it, cavalier

Hundred thousand dollar car, with rabbit ears

I don’t welcome change even if it help 'em gain

Fuck a handout, I’d rather be self contained

L.V.

everything, lookin' well arranged

Y’all would never know that I’m practicing self restraint

I been different, never mind I’m just indifferent

Ain’t an old timer that would blame it on a skin pigment

Is it my imagination or a slim figment?

Origins ig’nant, probably why im indignant

Look at haters like 'why is it an issue?'

Is it because I’m sober but I’m on a high they can’t get to?

God that was rid’culed fightin with his pride and his pit’ful

Guide I was lied as a kid too

Cursin' God out «why he decide to pick dude?»

I big bulls but when I try its abyssmal

Die and keepin everythin inside me a riddle

But they blinded by the condo size and it’s sick view

Whys, try and answer the whys

What good is havin eyes when everything you look at you despise?

[can

Anybody hear me?]

Or do you need ears when you dont believe anything you hear?

Maybe it’s just something in the air