Verse 1: Joe Budden
If the charge is goin through the motions
Then I gotta plead guilty
If the sentence don't do it
Then the speed of which should k** me
Was told my options in this game was either d**h or prison
But I registered enough cash to change the repetition
Unknown they still don't know what to make of me
Rather than attempt it's much easier to say "f** me"
They fake love me, observed and they judge me
Falsely as a rapper in the body of a case study
In my world even sure bets are not certain
Cause you'll get the picture then find out its the cropped version
Everything froze when they ran on me with Glocks squirtin'
So if time waits for nobody I doubt your clock's workin'
I told them buckle up, they said the ride's over
I put myself in other shoes they called him bi-polar (TALK TO EM)
But that only discredits what I'm tryna do
And you'll figure that out the moment you stop tryin to
Chorus: Joe Budden
On everything I love, right hand on the Bible
A Koran, be on whatever religion you suscribe to
I'm going through the motions like a drive-by
Way too many rules in this b**h I won't abide by
Uhhh, on pace, never stagnant
Only give em a fraction, this is a re-enactment
Don't believe what you see we just actin'
Or am I just rehashin'?
Truthfully am I goin through the motions?
Or are they goin through me?
Verse 2: Joe Budden
Check it, I'm just goin through the motions, born alone, die alone
The result of playin angry birds on this iPhone
Buyin some shots with some vicodin pop
That have you tell old girl you love her when you just like her a lot
I'm askin, how you gon' move forward, how you handle the pain?
If you leave behind more than you ever stand to gain
Same type of b**hes in a different disguise
If I wanted to constantly hear their yellin' I'd just listen to Plies
Focusin on my old hoes as a sure way to make a quick endeavor
Ain't got an X that wouldn't rather be a different letter
That's how I end up in the words war
Picture the sh** they gave me and continue to blame me and say they deserve more
But whatever my issue, the fattest a** is like a cure to me
Comes with a career path that never seems pure to me
When they say they model I'm not thinkin its for jealousy and security, entitlement, possessiveness, obscurity
Just goin through the motions, could tell I been here
It's so routine to me you would think that it's sincere
Screamin out somebody help
Destiny made a mistake and gave my fate to somebody else
Still I'm walkin round, hat low, holier than now
Just cause hoes be on my dial and they know me up in Child's
Just goin through the motions, but I do it in an armored truck
That way when I crash instead of spazzin I'll be calm as f**
Chorus: Joe Budden
Verse 3: Joe Budden
I'm goin' through the motions, least I'm doin' it sober
Can't tell if I'm goin' alone or bein' chauffeured
The drivers on no rest, with no destination
Can't tell if this the test or its the preparation
Here's a message to the haters tryna stampede
You wanna k** the kid, you'll need a plan B
Voices in my head soundin' louder than the banshee
Callin' me a character, this ain't sponsored by Stan Lee
Uhhh, a pitfall of being famous
Sometimes you need a minute alone to get reacquainted
Spent so much time complainin bout the hand I was dealt
I damn near forgot how the mansion felt
Forgot what led me hear, forgot my history
Forgot I was a addict, forgot what that did to me
Forgot to count the cards, forgot how to deal
I was goin through the motions and they all, became, real
Chorus: Joe Budden