More Of Me Lyrics - 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 

My story, my pain, can't ail it 

My tears overflowed, you can't pale it 

My talent, to immense can't jail it 

Niggas 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 spiked 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 glass 

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 

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 niggas 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 that magnifying glass I need ya'll to look closer 

At the only dude to do every drug and get lower 

If niggas knew a third of all the weight that he shouldered 

They'd know it 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 close alarms 

It be the people you help most, normally do the most harm 

Baited my whole life, most times I ain't bite 

So no need to stick to a script that I ain't write 

Preconceived notions, nothing less than a failure 

Base you'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 yall 

Both parents were addicts like mine are 

Mi-nor, but her story wasn't new to me 

Most her 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 gone, keep it 100 

While I'm just amazed that a woman so beautiful 

Could go 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 nigga though, to teach about addiction 

Years ago she should've been on homi' watch 

So check the time out, just not on mommy watch 

Cause someone beat her ass for years, someone calmly watched 

Na, stepdaddy beat her ass, mommy watched 

I keep her closer than ever she always next to me 

Bisexual, comfortable sexually 

I'm talking more comfortable than she should ever be 

Especially considered the fact she was molested three 

Times, some things 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 fuck did he pick her to walk me through a relapse? 

Believe me, shorty I'll kill 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, shit that you can gain 

You for me, not understandable, it's shit I 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 

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 to me 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 nigga chauffeur 

I'll cut the grass, 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 

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...