Featuring: Mela Machinko

Songwriter: Mela Machinko Joe Budden

Producer: Beewirks

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] - w/ sample playing in background
Uh
Let the sample ride
Dim the lights in this motherfuckin booth
Uh

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
If I had a choice, I rather my higher power decide to take me first (why?)
I think the other way around would only make me worse
Rarely was I ever trusted without the suspicions
And very few could ever love me without some conditions (hey!)
Those the ones I care to treasure, ones I wouldn't dare sever
A bunch of my peers efforts been fair weather (if the)
If the deaf got great vision and a blind man could hear better
Figured since I lost all my senses that I would fair better
I'm not the social type, nothin about him socialite
Designed the prototype, how to unlove overnight
Flip side, I die for my niggas, put it the simplest
You give me your all and I'm a send it back with interest
This for my niggas that'll help me before I suggest it
I'm just tryin to send the flowers before you congested
The man in fact that I've become y'all had a hand in that
And I'll give y'all the world but I'm sure that y'all would hand it back

[Hook - MeLa Machinko] - w/ ad libs
We will never be apart
It's like two bodies, livin with one heart
Together like a lock and key
Without you, there is no me
Things will never be the same
If you ain't here with me
I couldn't see
Livin another day
Wherever you go
You know that I'm going with you (with you)
With you (with you), with you
You know that I'm going with you (with you)
With you (with you), with you (with you)

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
I mean,...she was on the phone tryin to sound relaxed (what?)
But the words comin out her mouth ain't have the sound to match (nah)
Voice tremblin as if you were barely holdin on
Meanwhile tryin to be strong to protect your second born
Shit was scary to me
If somethin happened to you, it'll happen to us, like I'm livin vicariously
I seen your life flash, right past, my reaction buried deep inside
If you go, they'll have to bury me alive
How would I survive? Fuck a mom you meant more
Life coach and mentor, just a grim thought makes my skin crawl
Single mother, held it down when my pop was locked away
Cried every time I gave my mom a gift on Father's Day (talk to 'em)
But I'll be there for you, like you was there for yours
As she was layin, decayin, all her days spent prayin (uh)
Gospel music playin (uh)
A few days from death but always felt us on our way in, we was like her safe haven (ah!)
You always thought you were her least favorite child
Only sibling that showed up to at least make her smile
At least make her proud, not an obstacle that's too hard
True stars strive to be half of the person you are
Ain't never neglect, so I'll forever respect
I owe more than my life to you, I'm forever in debt, check
I mean my mother got cancer in her neck
But I'll be right behind you every step, what the fuck did you expect?

[Hook] - w/ ad libs

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I'm like, damn, how you always know better than me?
Amazes me when you show me what I never could see
So the break up never really was a plan to me
In retrospect, I think I was complacent with insanity
We were so exhausted, bored with, tortured
But since I couldn't picture my life without you, I forded it (like what?)
Like we could get through anything, it's too much pride in us
Better off without each other, I'd have been deprivin us
At times you see people in ways you shouldn't portray 'em
Cause they ain't livin up to a title you shouldn't of gave 'em
Head shot, pointblank range, committed murder
Honestly thought I couldn't move on, then went further
Used to want to see you suffer for that pain you caused
Now when I see you gain, I applaud
What I'm tryin to say is (what?)
Don't complain about your path and where it took you
Cause you might end up with somebody to sing this hook to

[Hook] - w/ sample playing until the end

Joe Budden

Joe Budden is from Jersey City, New Jersey. He was born in Spanish Harlem but lived in Queens until he was 12 and from there moved to Jersey City, New Jersey. Budden is one of five boys (one older brother and three younger brothers – two are twin brothers). Budden heard music in his home (his father is a multi-instrumentalist) and on the streets while he grew up.

He is also one quarter of Slaughterhouse, alongside fellow rappers Royce da 5’9”, Joell Ortiz, and Crooked I.