Joe Budden Are You In That Mood Yet Lyrics

Joe Budden talking

Yeah, y'all know who it is...
(The wait is over)
Ha-ha....
Joey..
I feel like.. (I feel like)
I feel like a million bucks.. ha-ha
I feel good..
I don't know how anybody else feel..
Whooo..
A million bucks make me wanna scream *ahhhhhhh*.. ha-ha
You in that mood yet?.. Are you in that mood yet!
It'z.. it'z.. it'z that on top muzik!

I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living everday like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
Yo.. I know it's f___ed up, what the lack of cake'll do
A few people wanna move in, and stay with you
You wish you could help 'em all, you ain't able to
The rents a little late, plus the cables due
You and your girlfriend is beefing in a serious way
You use to be faithful, now, you at the curious stage
Finally got ya mind made, on going ya seperate ways
Wait.. nahh homeboy.. her periods late
Now think, times running out, do it quickly
(Why), she starts crying, moods gettin sticky
If I don't want it, she'll want nothing to do wit me
Just get the abortion, and I'll give you the 250
But if you say that to her, then you wrong
You ain't think about that, you was getting ya groove on
Can't take care of myself, nevermind a new born
Guess the p____ got too good for too long
Seems like my money goes by too easy
Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly
Hoopty done s___ted...you spending more money trying to fix it
Then when you did, when trying to get it (c'mon)
Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger
Who the f___ keeps calling from this private number
It's crime on my mind, and my nails are dirty
The floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey
Depression starts talking, and his voice is raspy
Cause he ain't shut the f___ up, in three and a half weeks
Look, beard is full, hair is nappy
These jeans ain't mine, so they way too baggy
Priority f___ed, s___s starting to gas me
It's like my lil mans life.. slipped right pass me (talk to 'em)
It's starting to trap me..
His name is D'Wayne, so why the f___ my son keep calling him daddy?
The same s___ that I feared after all these years
I gotta breath, I can't believe my ears
Wiping out my eyes, I'm d___ near in tears
But you can't be mad, you know you ain't been there (nahh)
Grab his moms, and throw her against the door
But in the back of yo mind, you know it ain't her fault (nahh)
I ain't mad at all, I'm just bothered
I'll be honestly real, I ain't been the best father
Like.. Toys R Us, Chuck E. Cheese
You know a little boy grow up with these needs
New Years or Christmas, even the birthday
Atleast bring the n____ to his school on the first day
I can't believe it, this the same way that I was treated
So maybe it's history repeated
I know it sounds sick.. but the idea of having another kid
So this one can really feel like it's his
It's the truth, and I hate that fact
Wait, I shouldn't of said that.. I take that back
Look I apologize, lets rewind this whole story like Nas C-4, just erase that track
I don't care if only the track trust me
f___ what n____'s say, only GOD can judge me
f___ what n____'s heard or think, or even thought
Tried to fix my shortcomings, I just came up short
(ya heard me)...

Are you in that mood yet?
Why not?..
Joeeeey!