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Tekster: Joe Budden. Padded Room. I Couldn't Help It.

We had a beautiful relationship at one point
But then, then that shit changed with the quickness
Maybe 'cause I was fuckin' other bitches
Or maybe we had no business havin' business

Not the girl that I would wanna raise kids with
But still that shit happened regardless
I was so young, back then so heartless
And the shit I was thinkin' could of caught me some charges

Listen, I tried to talk to her normally
That shit ain't work for one second, she was on to me
I tried to explain, how I ain't have a dollar to my name
Pursuin' this rap shit, chasin' fame

Young dude stressed in the hood like Jesus
I ain't ready for no child but she was
When you piss poor get to havin' sick thoughts
While the chick probably sittin' there thinkin' 'bout marriage

I'm thinkin' abortion like a savage
On purpose accident to have a miscarriage
Her a mother of mine I couldn't end up seein'
Plus what type of mother would you end up bein'

You already a psycho, I wouldn't let that pass
I ain't think lifetime bond, I thought fat ass
All them times you were pregnant and miserable
All them fights we had that got physical

Every time I sent you packin', pissed at you
Like I ain't want to live with you, yeah, I kind of planned that
Ain't considerate, sounds just like me
Then you put someone out that looks just like me

I grabbed my little dude up, looked 'em in his eyes
And you can't understand right now I apologize
How could I not want you here, be that selfish
Fuck was on my mind at the time, my bad I couldn't help it

Nah, I mean I couldn't help it, for real I couldn't help it
Even though I try, must've been somethin' goin' on inside
No lie, couldn't help it, nah, I couldn't help it

Now this is how you know we go through phases
'Cause he done sold millions of records
Plus they done been together for ages
I don't really know how to say this

Me and old boy done shared a couple of stages
But he wasn't around when I saw her in Vegas
She said remember me, I thought I should lie
I looked baby up and down and said should I?

Maybe she my old broad, maybe she a singer
I looked down, seen a chunky rock on her finger
She said I'm Blanks wife, how you been and what you doin' here?
I should of asked her that same shit

Snoop had already told me that bitches ain't shit
And the industries so small, that's how the game is
When you famous, everybody's a bilingual plaintiff
And the defendant speaks one language

But we exchanged numbers like fuck it
All we gon' talk about is music
Neither one of us will ever use it
But shorty she ain't hesitate to use it

Four a.m., where do I begin?
She's leavin' the club, I'm about to win
She's so aggressive like, what room are you in?
I ain't answer, she said meet her downstairs in ten

So now we totally disrespectin' his star
I'm with his bitch and she in his car
She said hop in, let's head to the strip bar
Bad ass friend with her and then she kissed ma

And now I'm so confused
She starts tellin' me about how she's so abused
How he beats her ass, how he takes that figure
And I'm in my head thinkin' I don't blame that nigga

We hit the club like everythin's wonderful
She touchin' me, I'm feelin' uncomfortable
And then the DJ threw on somethin' slow
I'm grindin' on her friend, now she wantin' to go

Dude's wife started whisperin' in my ear
I'm startin' to see it clear, she don't care
Shorty's down with whatever
She said, let's go to your room all together
I'm sure the two of us will make it worth your wild

Now your friend looks great and I really wanna fuck her
But I can't be your side dude, can't be your lover
Caught on my old school shit just to thug her
We got to the room, told her I ain't have a rubber

I thought it worked at first
One looked disappointed and one looked hurt
But her trifelin' ass went and made shit worse
She reached down, pulled a few of those out her purse

Got on her knees, started playin' with the head
All her dudes lyrics started playin' in my head
Her friend jumps in, probably feelin' left out
I'm filled with guilt 'cause all I can think 'bout was

He have her on TV with your kids
I got her on the TV in her ribs
Please God forgive, regret what I did
That ain't the lifestyle I wanna live
Just then I couldn't help it

Nah, I couldn't help it, for real I couldn't help it
Even though I try, must've been somethin' goin' on inside
No lie, couldn't help it, nah, I couldn't help it