Joe Budden - Where Did It Go Wrong? lyrics

Yo, n***as ain't lookin' for me like they say they are But on some real sh**, I pray they are Cause n***as keep runnin' 'round acting like the AK far I keep it nearby in case they start Might catch 'em on a 'Friday' Chill! they like Day-Day to the God Think they already know it and it break they heart With all the hate that he seem to get Things jus ain't been the same since the A Team split Got some hood n***as thinking they straight mutants More like good n***as; straight A students Dog it's no games, no intermission Tell him I just seen him die and the premonition in him, listen Can't eat dinner missing in the kitchen Could smell but can't taste I'm three laps ahead You a snail in the race Pale in the face n***as is lightwork on a scale with no weight Wait, can't stand these clowns Gave 'em everything they got so to me they just a hand-me-down My dude, look around before you think about sparking You're way outnumbered; go ahead and be a Spartan It's stones getting thrown in here f** these strip club hoes (n***a) I'll get Pacman Jones in here I swear, it's getting harder to live with the anger And home ain't home when you live with a stranger Thought I knew you like the back of my hand Fast forward three years and I got smacked with the back of her hand Caught with my a** out without sagging my pants Allow yaself to get caught like that with that man Find out your wife that you sleeping with Play herself start creeping with One of your dudes You confused you don't know who to get even with Maybe you ain't the same broad that I was even with When you cheating with dude I see and sh** n***a I'm fly with, work with, we speak and sh** You the broad that would ride for me Look me in the eyes transformed in to Shaggy b**h, how you gone lie to me? Fell for the allure that's my bad you broke in something so Secure I'm now scarred, see, you make it type hard For me to see the next broad And not think that she ain't jus another hoe or slore But thank you, see relationships in a different view, son To get over the old girl gotta get a new one Half of me still witchu and I don't care ya'll Other half with her, I'm stuck, so I compare ya'll Me and her's now, me and you got memories Me and you got love, me and her got chemistry She's like a friend to me, you like the enemy Or maybe she's there just to cover that resentment B Or maybe she ain't as fake as you and won't take me through That same phase as you Or, maybe it's simple She seen all that pain I was in And won't make the same mistake as you I mean, (I mean) I never had an issue with trust Never knew you had an issue with lust We can get through anything in this world if the issue's discussed Was it a whole separate issue or an issue with us? But it gets bigger, you doubting you, you like, sh** n***a! Was his money longer or was his dick bigger? You getting sick n***a When you alone, and just you and your imagination, you paint a sick picture, (I'm witcha)