All In My Head - Joe Budden, Royce 5'9, Kobe

Quarter on the loose

Loose quarter

Few questions I ask myself

Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?

Maybe it wouldn’t had started at all if I had your life

Maybe it was needed or I was thinking immorally

If I wasn’t myself could I say I gave the fans All of Me?

Can’t decide if I’m more ashamed of what they saw of me

Than I am of ignoring all the lessons that was taught to me

Headed up field but couldn’t dodge the last tackler

How could a forward thinker move so ass backwards

How could a dude with no regrets at all, willing to bet it all

Not realize that quicker demise, how could I neglect it all?

I’m so seasonal, some of you knew id spring back

With a heart this cold, how’d ya’ll think I’d be receptive to fall

I’m plenty comfortable when danger’s around

And even more so when strangers around

In a bigger picture, was sicker down on my triggers

And all the alarm enforcers

Down to a nigga, that I’m about for drugs and liquor or the harm it causes

Life and death, I tried to lynch myself

Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself

But really the folk that loved me, they could tell I was loakin

I couldn’t see him, cry me a river cause it fell in the ocean

Numb to my words now, maybe felt it was open

I cut so many people loose to any need help with devotion

That’s just some of the things I ask my Lord the savior

And when He calls to me, well He have done us all a favor

How did I make it here?

Who I are?

I feel so lost

Now I’m not seeing it clear

Is it my fault?

Is it my fault?

It’s all in my head

I’m looking around like this can’t be happening

Round of applause for the angry rappers

Lord my girl cried me a flood then me a river

That’s love depending on me when I’m a dependent on liquor

I’m up in the shoe store, she got no love to show

You ever look at a bitch she was fucking behind your bitch back like fuck I was

fuckin you for, come on

I’m an artist so I’m intelligent

I would tell you to do some soul searchin

But it’s hangin up in my closet with your skeleton

That’s gotta be a God’s work, even a diamond gotta be polished first

The quarter is on the loose and I ain’t been out here getting my dollars' worth

I had to remove the goggles first

To see through the sippin patrone and 50 phonies for

I need to go get me a kidney doner

Guru, Nate Dogg, go head blink your eye

Your doctor told me you close, go ahead drink and die

Buried under the stone where the patrone 5th sits by

That reads hella somebody who never wanted to be this guy

They say knowledge is power, great cause every day I learn

As of late been having revelations bout this hate turn

Hate the way they judge me, 2 I got the case adjourned

Hated the belly of the beast to I became it’s tapeworm

When I said I’d stop getting high tried to say it’s done

No, I’m the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn

They say my brain is off, I say how can it be?

If I’m out my mind how can I be in sanity?

The people used to say that I was scared of progress

They don’t know how hard a nigga tried to advance

But I don’t know who’s more to blame

Is it them for really not knowing me

Or is it me for never really giving them a chance?

Get too close, be too big of a threat

Now it’s been little than no time

Thinking why I ain’t get rid of you yet

Gotta recognize my maturity

Gotta see I’m grown

Letting my skeletons out the closet just so I never be alone

Since I got trust issues I won’t discuss with you

Besides God tell me who the fuck’s supposed to save you

Pop one, have one man to man, was gone half my life so

Somewhere in his head probly feel it in his place too

Plus more people will see me soon

I mean I’ll be on national TV soon

So when I ask if people I have around are cancer for me

That’s 4 million more that might be able to answer for me

Joe