All In My Head

Album cover art for "All In My Head" by Joe Budden & Royce Da 5'9" & Kobe

Joe Budden & Royce Da 5'9" & Kobe - Rap

All In My Head

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Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Quarter on the loose Loose Quarter Few questions I ask myself [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life? Maybe it wouldn't had started at all if I had your life Maybe it was needed, or was I thinkin' immorally? If I wasn't myself, could I say I gave the fans all of me? Can't decide if I'm more ashamed of what they saw of me Than I am of ignorin' all the lessons that was taught to me Headed up field but couldn't dodge the last tackler How could a forward thinker move so ass-backwards? How could a dude with no regrets at all, willin' to bet it all Not realize that quicker demise? How could I neglect it all? I'm so seasonal, some of y'all knew I'd spring back With a heart this cold, how'd y'all think I'd be receptive to fall? I'm plenty comfortable when danger's around And even more so when strangers around And the bigger picture is sicker Don't know my triggers or know the alarm it forces Don't know a nigga Don't know my bouts with drugs and liquor or the harm it causes Life or death, I tried to lynch myself Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself But really, the folk that loved me, they could tell I was locin' I couldn't see 'em cry me a river 'cause it fell in the ocean Numb to my words now, maybe felt I was open I cut so many people loose, do I need help with devotion? That's just some of the things I ask my Lord and Savior And when He calls for me, will He have done us all a favor? [Chorus: Kobe] How did I make it here? Who are y'all? I feel so lost Now I'm not seein' it clear Is it my fault? It's all in my head [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] I'm lookin' around like this can't be happenin' Round of applause for the angry rappers Lord, my girl cried me a flood, then me a river That's love, dependin' on me when I'm independent on liquor I'm up in the shoe store, she got no love to show You ever look at a bitch you was fuckin' behind your bitch back Like, "Fuck I was fuckin' you for?!" I'm an artist so I'm intelligent I would tell you to do some soul searching But it's hangin' up in my closet with your skeleton It's gotta be a God's work Even a diamond gotta be polished first A quarter's on the loose And I ain't been out here gettin' my dollars worth I had to remove the goggles first To see through the sippin' Patrón And fifty phoners for I need to go get me a kidney donor Guru, Nate Dogg, go ahead blink a eye The doctor told me, "You close, go 'head drink and die" Buried under the stone where the Patrón fifth sits by That reads, "Here lies somebody who never wanted to be this guy" [Chorus: Kobe] How did I make it here? Who are y'all? I feel so lost Now I'm not seein' it clear Is it my fault? It's all in my head [Verse 3: Joe Budden] They say knowledge is power – great, 'cause every day I learn As of late been havin' revelations 'bout this hate term Hate the way they judged me 'til I got the case adjourned Hated the belly of the beast 'til I became its tapeworm When I said I'd stop gettin' high, tried to say it stern Now I'm the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn They say my brain is off – I say, "How can it be? If I'm out my mind, how can I be in-sanity?" The people used to say that I was scared of progress They don't know how hard a nigga tried to advance But I don't know who's more to blame Is it them for really not knowin' me? Or is it me for never really givin' them a chance? Get too close, be too big of a threat Now it's been little to no time, thinkin' why I ain't get rid of you yet Gotta recognize my maturity, gotta see I'm grown Let all my skeletons out the closet just so I'd never be alone Since I got trust issues I won't discuss with you Besides God, tell me who the fuck's supposed to save you? Pop won't have a man-to-man, was gone half my life So somewhere in his head probably feel it ain't his place to Plus more people will see me soon I mean, I'll be on national TV soon So when I ask if people I have around are a cancer for me That's four million more that might be able to answer for me [Chorus: Kobe] How did I make it here? Who are y'all? I feel so lost Now I'm not seein' it clear Is it my fault? It's all in my head

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Credits

Writers
  • Cardiak
  • Kobe
  • Joe Budden
  • Royce Da 5'9"