You can always count on me
[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
I got no time to be wasteful, treat my time like itâs rare
I appalled at the fact that you think I got it to spare
I got so many folk, pulling me every which where
They bombard me problems, niggas think that I care
They be clogging my air but I just dismiss it
They say Iâm unfair, they depend on me to fix it
They say I donât give back, they say that Iâm evil
Help yourself 'least before you expect me too
I got so many hoes, that vie for attention
I ain't saying no names, they would die for a mention
They love my sense of humour, they say Iâm a clown
They say I can be insensitive but they stay around
And itâs normally a model, nigga, shocked that I got âem
But way before the deal, women were never a problem
Yâall judging it wrong, you think this what I offer
But itâs all in the mind, more about what I taught her
I'm so low maintenance, no Victoria Secret
All I ask is that they make the bed when they leave it
We can be in the PJ, could be at the Clearview
You talk to the pilot from your seat he can hear you
Some niggas got beef with me but Iâm an adult
So itâs not Iâm afraid itâs that I know the results
And the song never changes get sung from the pulpit
My time is important got none the bullshit
[Hook]
I donât wanna waste your time
I got so much I could be doing with mine
Why would I waste your time
You handle your shit, I handle mine
That way itâs all good
Itâs all, itâs all, itâs all good
Itâs all good
That way itâs all good
Itâs all, itâs all, itâs all good
Itâs all good
[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
I can show you a mansion show you some cars
It speaks in volumes that Iâm showing you bars
The money means nothing you make it you lose it
Some niggas stay broke and just make up excuses
I could be out the country hiding under the bucket
Shop when I land, I ain't checking no luggage
Instead of giving it my all, I can give you a quarter
But even in that I just be giving you Slaughter
I can be at the jeweler, could be at the theatre
Can be at the strip club or can be with the Realtor
I can wanna relax and vacay with dude
I can be anywhere that means away from you
From the kid on the block, selling dope
Now Iâm in VIP behind a velvet rope
I tap shawty on the shoulder, tell her to go
She say she depressed, helping her cope
I can take her to Gucci, can take her to Mike Kors
But if you had the World what would you strive for?
Itâs a gift and a curse everything is a drawback
I could be in green house but nigga Iâm off that
Itâs the size of your heart when your facing a wall
Are you afraid of heights or afraid of the fall?
The song never changes, get sung from the pulpit
My time is important got none for the bullshit
[Hook]
I donât wanna waste your time
I got so much I could be doing with mine
Why would I waste your time
You handle your shit, I handle mine
That way itâs all good
Itâs all, itâs all, itâs all good
Itâs all good
That way itâs all good
Itâs all, itâs all, itâs all good
Itâs all good
- :
- Flex (Single)
- All Love Lost
- Some Love Lost
- No Love Lost
- The Great Escape
- Mood Muzik 4.5: The Worst Is Yet To Come (Mixtape)
- Padded Room
- Halfway House
- Mood Muzik 3: The Album
- Miscellaneous
- Escape Route (EP)
- Joe Budden
- Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst (Mixtape)
- Escape Route
- Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?
- Wake
- Wake - Single
- Making A Murderer Pt. 1 - Single
- Making a Murderer, Pt. 1
- Mood Muzik Vol. 2