Come Along

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]

Uh, uh

Ready?

Check me out now

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]

Come along, c-come, come along

But I don't trust niggas, so make sure you come alone

I hand picked you, you think sensibly

They friends with you, don't need 'em to be friends with me

Come along, I'm a take you to some spots that you might like

But bring shades, you gonna need 'em for the bright lights

Grab a drink, invite dykes that like Vic's

We always end up fightin, cause that's my vice

Come along, c-come, come along

And you'll see how it feels when you sittin on the throne

When you so much better but they act like it ain't known

So if somebody else is on it, it's a temporarily loan

Hard to compete when there ain't no competition

If everybody's the best, why I feel like comp' is missin?

Forced to find inspiration when I never had to

So I go against myself, it's a better battle

Now come along, c-come, come along

Turned up the volume on her favorite song (favorite song)

We got so much in common (except)

Except when it comes to rhymin

She feel like lyrics are so intrusive

But I feel about her, the way she feels about music

She's cute

She don't like the words, she just like the beat and I'm thinkin me too (biatch!)

[Hook - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs

Let it breathe

Come along, c-come, come along

Can we dim the lights? Let me get into my zone

Come along, c-come, come along

But I don't trust a soul, so make sure you come alone

Let it breathe

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]

Check it, come along, c-come, come along

And watch these niggas that's doin it all wrong (whoa)

Throwback swag, nigga still doin rims (word)

Still doin throwbacks, you still doin Timbs? (word)

Lookin for a way to save, you ain't earnin no cake

Moved back in with moms, she won't turn you away

Then you all on the blogs, showin off a CL

When it's followed by the K, gotta know it's a mistake (baby)

Benefit of the doubt homie, if that ain't your daughter's car

I suggest you stop rappin about a Audemars

Cause in return, I'm a just call a fraud

Every time I hear a bar about the baller you are

Now listen, come along, c-come, come along

She gonna probably drop her drawers, if she step into my home

She gonna probably be on cock

It's big enough to get Lost in without Jack or John Locke (whoa!)

On the water like an island, thinkin she on the dock

So she puttin in work, I'm thinkin she on the clock

Uh, slow down baby girl, what you tryin to prove? (huh?)

When you live like me, it's funny what one night can do (AH!)

[Hook] - w/ ad libs

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]

Come along, c-come, come along

Is you niggas out your mind? (nigga!)

Is it hard to recognize when you out your prime?

Maybe they can't imagine livin life without that shine

Walk around Hollywood like you so in demand

But when the labels stop backin nigga, so do the fans

Nigga you ain't a superstar, no allure about you

And when you talk about me, it says more about you

Now come along, c-come, come along

Wonder why when I ain't around niggas change they tone

That's the way it looks

Do they really think whatever they say behind my back'll manage to stay put?

We know the same people, go the same places

From the same hood, can only be so evasive

Come along, c-come, come along

When you're from where I'm from, you're gonna probably need the chrome

It ain't just me, it's like that where we all from

Thought some of them niggas just do it out of boredom

Some just preppin for the day they see a war come

Hangin in the wrong place if you never saw one

Now come along, c-come, come along

I don't know who you done dealt with in the past

Better be self sufficient ma, you don't get a pass

Cause your thighs a little thick and you got a little ass

You lookin for a sugar daddy, then go for it

Twenty somethin years old with nothin to show for it (show for it)

Talkin about she was raised different

Well get your own pockets bitch (biatch), so was I (OH!)

Now really, come along, c-come, come along

I don't call them verses, they similar to poems

Similar to scriptures, similar to pictures

You can stick to rap, what we doin's much bigger (so much bigger)

[Hook] - w/ ad libs

[Outro - Joe Budden - talking] (*echo*)

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J. Cardim, what up?

New Jerz, what up?

Uh, Slaughterhouse, what up?