Stained lyrics

[DJ On Point] The name of this sh*t right here is called Stained

[Sample- Staind: Outside]
I'm on the outside and I'm looking in
I can see through you, see your true colours
Inside you're ugly, ugly like me
I can see through you, see through the real you

[Joe Budden]
Lemme talk to them real quick
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n*ggas said the only cat I cared about is myself
When sh*t's thick, don't nobody's whereabouts but myself
When you're faced with it all and your back's against the wall
You'll be listenin' but all you hear about is yourself
Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain't reliable
You're lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain't desirable
Need another n*gga besides yourself on the side of you
Can't listen to yourself, all he do is lie to you
Now tell me who's supposed to have your best intrest
When sh*t ain't lookin' up, you start havin' less intrest
Tryin' to leave the hood but the slugs keep commin'
Keep chasin' the buck but the buck keep runnin'
I don't trust nobody, I don't love nobody
I don't f*ck with nobody but me, I can't lose
No moves'll be funny and I never let myself down
How so? I don't expect too much from me
[Sample]

I'm everything the hip hop critics try to slight
Got no problem bringin' out the sh*t hip hop hides
So I do the club sh*t for the blind, they can't see
You write some substance and sometimes they can't read
Needle in the haystack, hidden jewel the most
So fly, down to earth, he's so cool to most
A regular hood n*gga with he's two the most
And he's so smart, he's stupid. Still a fool to most
Tell me how could somebody so sane, be so off
So normal, he's not. It's so strange, he's so lost
And you're lookin' for someone to blame, there's no fault
Now you're feelin' all this pain, there's no source
Eyes open, I can't blink right now, I can't think right now
Bartender, I need a drink right now
Pen movin' but there's not enough ink right now
Nah ship you can't sink right now

[Sample]

T-shirt filthy n*gga, eyes lookin' like a guilty n*gga
Beard look like he's a Philly n*gga
Fistball like somebody tryna steal me n*gga
I pour my heart out on wax, you gotta feel me n*gga
And no over the counter that can heal me n*gga
Gun c*cked like there's some n*gga tryna kill me n*gga
And try whatever it is you tryna deal me n*gga
'Lest they got some new sh*t that might grill me n*gga
I pull out like break me off, peel me n*gga
The games short like I owe you, bill me n*gga
Unless you're a thick b*tch that might appeal to me n*gga
Naw don't beat me down, don't drill me n*gga
I'm like really n*gga, I'm too ill to these n*ggas
How long you think this games gonna conceal me n*gga
Even if I don't scan a few milly my n*gga
I fell and I got up and I'm still me n*gga
[Talking]
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