Joe Budden - More Of Me lyrics

[Hook: Emanny] I give you my all But it seems like that’s not enough Letting you get more of me So while the world keep on changing The one thing remaining is I keep letting you get more of me [Verse 1: Joe Budden] My story, my pain, can’t ail it My tears overflowed, you can’t pail it My talent, to immense can’t jail it n***as tried to cross the God, but they ain’t nail it My path, my walkway, you can’t trail it My ladder, my mountain, can’t scale it It’s my life, my struggles, can’t help it I’m just grateful that He kept me alive for me to tell it Check it, see the music industry changed me It was everything that I’d have never guessed it was So my discography is all full of hand-me-downs I couldn’t figure out another way to dress it up So every verse fight with the truth Nah, no one know me better than this mic and this booth It’s no better way, I owe my todays to my yesterdays You live with regrets, probably die with em too So I trust God more than myself, I’m trying to tell ya Drunk in the basement, now I’m in the wine cellar I learned to never let the fear settle in And now I’m more prepared than I’ve ever been Not one ounce of hate in my gla** Just one of the things OG taught me way in advance Said it’s two types of folk in this world Got the ones that’s out doing it And those busy saying they can’t [Hook] I give you my all But it seems like that’s not enough Letting you get more of me So while the world keep on changing The one thing remaining is I keep letting you get more of me [Verse 2: Joe Budden] You know some n***as never learn Some learn and never apply, but wait Some apply but never teach My only right to preach, I spent time being each Grab your magnifying gla** I need y’all to look closer At the only dude to do every drug and get lower If n***as knew a third of all the weight that he shouldered They’d know it’s an insult to think I’m only bipolar I got a unique talent, don’t know how I obtained it How do I sustain it? Can’t even explain it I get more info from words that aren’t spoken More fixated on people or things when they are broken I used to think everybody was pure Now I’m busy trying to come up with everybody’s cure And that mindset led to glory It be the people you help most, normally do the most harm Made it my whole life, most times I ain’t bite So no need to stick to a script that I didn’t write Preconceived notions, nothing less than a failure Base your’s off of the cover and miss the best-seller While I’m at it, let me tell you about this angel I met She was fly, from every angle was fresh And the way that she was jamming to the song called ‘I’m Not Perfect’ Made me wanna know what her imperfections were Now listen, and they weren’t hard to find y’all Both parents were addicts like mine are Mi-nor, but her story wasn’t new to me Most of life, shorty was homeless like I used to be Could tell she never felt appreciated Looked too much like her dad, was her mom’s least favorite Picture a bond supposed to be sacred Looking up at your mom’s eyes and seeing hatred Pop left when she was young Well she still young and he still gon’ keep it 100 While I’m just amazed that a woman so beautiful Could through such ugliness and not become it World keeps spinning, learned sinners keep sinning And I can’t even tell her some fights ain’t fight worthy Cause my pops got 20 years clean, but her pops got 20 years dirty She moved to Jersey where he happens to reside Thinking they’ll be closer but it’s only fiction Cause she so young, all it does is cause friction God picked the right n***a though, to teach about addiction Years ago she should’ve been on homie watch So check the time out, just not on mommy’s watch Cause someone beat her a** for years, someone calmly watched Na, stepdaddy beat her a**, mommy watched I keep her closer than ever she always next to me Bis**ual, comfortable s**ually I’m talking more comfortable than she should ever be Especially considered the fact she was molested three Times, somethings a picture doesn’t tell Can’t be worth a thousand words or her pictures might yell Ya’ll see a pretty face on Instagram I see a girl that should be scarred, never lent a hand There go God’s work again how’d he know I need that? How the f** did he pick her to walk me through a relapse? Believe me, shorty I’ll k** for you if need be And I need you much more than you would ever think you need me What I do for you is tangible, sh** that you could gain You for me, not understandable, it’s sh** you can’t explain Some folk don’t see the effect in that Some say I’m using you, they’d be correct in that But what for they’ll never know It’s deeper than nude pics, it’s something I would never show [Joe Budden Talking] I figured like this… You came to me at a pool party and I was two steps away from smoking on that wet My logic say to me, you came as a stranger and I hold you dearer than most people I ever met in my entire life b God’s work, not mine You came younger and wiser, I’d have never known it You don’t look your age Younger and wiser when I was older and dumber You came to me as nothing I’d have ever wanted But everything I’d have ever needed, I swear to you its God’s work, not mine So you’ll never be alone again What’s mine is yours, you won’t be without a home again And I know you from Miami, so you hate the cold But you been through much colder than me and I’m much older You just ride shotgun, let a n***a chauffeur I’ll cut the gra**, you just look out for the cobras We’ll be just fine, God set these on our shoulders I’ll show you a man, you showed me I could stay sober Let the world talk about every picture we post up And we’ll sleep well every night, cause they don’t know us [Hook (Joe Budden)] I give you my all But it seems like that’s not enough Letting you get more of me So while the world keep on changing The one thing remaining is I keep letting you get more of me (God’s work Talk to em Sometimes you gotta stick around for the miracle Gotta wait for the miracle to happen God’s work, not mine) I said, God’s work, not Word, I love you I’m gone Life is beautiful ain’t it…