J Dilla - f** Your Ringtone Dog lyrics

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J Dilla - f** Your Ringtone Dog lyrics

[Verse 1] All this sh** about titties just isn't enough I need to speak on something witty, or some sh** with some substance I sit at home thinking 'bout how I would run things But when it comes to rapping I just wanna give up I'm frustrated as f**, I wanna make 'em go nuts I wanna say something silly, when I say it they bug Then rewinding back A Million ain't even enough They need to listen while they pissing or they eating they lunch I've been eating a bunch, I've been eating at brunch Four Seasons with a Stephen telling me that I'm done Cause I drink to much, and I smoke too much And only wrote one song in the last twelve months I'm like, "What? You that sh** ain't true." Then I use an excuse about my planets aren't allowing my moon I just need a little time to rectify my mood Honestly it's the vibes from the side of the room Well, it's kind of the truth I try to be loose, let it ride when I slide in the booth But it's all bullsh**, they only need one song That their boss calls a hit, cause the kids sing along (Tell me what you want) So I'm with Q-Tip at the Vevo launch sayin' "This is some sh**, where did we go wrong?" f** your ringtone dog, put it on vibrate I was fine till your phone played Black Eyed Peas (I got a feelin') I was high off my in-store best by date I was fired from Best Buy 2-thou-8 What's that say about me? I was sellin' CDs Now I'm sellin' CDs, I'm a stellar emcee I've developed a freak type fetish with a beat History rewriting whenever I speak Wherever I be, I'm there with my team HBTV, Brain Bang, Hypebeast And we still down with sorority games Now a days it just seems my priorities changed Life's more to me man, more important than fame I can't afford being 40 and just pouring a drink Talking 'bout how I would've been, or should've been big Now I'm on the front porch and I'm smoking a cig Talking to a girl around the age of 18 Like I was your age, I was living the dream I had seven girlfriends with Brazilian bu*ts And a house, and a whip, and a million bucks But now I'm a drunk, dumb looking for fun How I wish I didn't love college so much (I love college) Now I wish I would've put knowledge above Everything else except God, sh**, and love So good thing I realized this before I'm a poor 24 with a date in court For my third divorce and my child support That's remained unpaid since I went on tour Now I'm sure all I need in this world is free Except tickets to the Knicks and an eighth of weed