Lyrics I Want You Back - Joe Budden

DJ On Point
And you know why his name is On Point
'Cause he on point, pussy
Is this what you want, huh?
Is this what you want?

Yeah, DJ On Point, AKA Mister "Is this what you want?"
Alongside Joe Budden
This one right here is called mood music
It's the words of Joe Budden
Come on, Marvin let's go
New Joe Budden, it's called, "I Want You Back" (DJ On Point

Let's go back to nine seven, seventeen though I looked like twenty
And I was poor, I didn't look like money
Then I saw someone I thought who was mature
Looked like she would shun me
And inside it's like my pride had been took right from me
She loves to dance, dancin' in the middle of the floor
So I thought I better get to her before
Other guys start to notice she was fly, had a brother goin' wild
Tryna leave the club with the future mother of my child

(Man) I can't believe it
Nice ass and cleavage
She's twenty-three, she's somebody I can see me wit'
Two weeks pass, now I'm gettin wit' her
Three weeks pass, I'm livin wit' her
Five weeks pass, now I'm in love I'm so glad that I met her
She's dedicating love songs Brandy, "Have you ever"
Have you ever had it bad but just a fad
It wouldn't last forever but still just like

Now you drop, you ever just feel like you want somebody?
And they don't really want you
You know I won't let you back, sit back like that
It's cool though, we'll always be aight
Yeah if you'd rather just be friends, take a chance like

(Hold up, is this what you want?) moms don't like her, but she adores me
Struggling artist, no job, she supports me
So alone, my only friend is boo
So when it's me against the world, the world gotta be against her too
In a year we was homeless, stuck on the street together
Starvin', nothin' to eat together
Times get hard, the fightin' and the bickering starts
And now she's throwin' in my face about how I can't get a job

Now she pregnant, another mouth to feed, add that on
Nah the condom ain't break, I ain't carry that on
Tryna be a man, I went and got a job at "The Wiz"
Chill angie, I ain't got the right job for a kid
Can't keep it, now she heated but we don't live lavish
It's a good thing you had that miscarriage
'Cause I'm against killin' kids but I'da did it
I was wit' it, she's spoiled it, I'm nineteen lookin' at my bloody son in the toilet (damn)

We beefin', she likes to bring up old things
And anytime we beef, she likes to throw things
But that knife, I couldn't dodge it
But my love was too strong so after surgery I dropped them charges
She said I beat her bad, I took her by her feet and dragged
To this day I don't believe that fact
Can't see her bein' heated and desertin' me freely
I know you hurtin', it ain't workin' I know you wanna leave me but

Can't leave with this yet
You know I gotta plan, play by it
I don't think it was better for you to balance the ship
Shoutout Whole Blackstreet Entertainment
My nigga DJ Slime, it's like this
Team sells, and Don, Tre blessed, big crowd
My nigga Freeze, I see ya (DJ On Point, hold up)

After all the court cases, blame is in order
She's scared of me, hence the restraining order
Had to break up but we made up, family mad at us too
Let's have a baby and then maybe they'll be havin' a truce
She actin' rude, havin' her moods
Screamin', "I'm pregnant", like that's an excuse
Angie, I ain't tryna hear you now
I had to bounce, I can't be there for you but I'll be there for the child

Tre, they had to cut, mommy phoned me to clutch you
She was drugged up still screamin', "Joey I love you"
Months passed, here come the cops again
She threw my clothes up out the window
And I end up in the building on the cot again
No, not again
I see that she's my baby mother but she's not my friend
That was the last straw, it was apparent
We ain't workin' as a couple but let's see if we can work as parents

Tre, you know that mommy used to use you against me
But she got a little better, she don't use you to tempt me
See me on the TV now things got better
She says I'm not the same man that I was when I met her
She don't like Joe Budden, leave that for the public
She want the same guy that she fell in love wit'
If she could ever turn it back to like the past
That's all she ask when she prayin'
If I came at her like, "I'm back" I know that all she'll be sayin' is

She like, you kinda got take things for what it was
Oh, you gotta put your khakis on for this one, get your store clothes out
I know your baby mother had you of course
Oh, I miss it
We can still dance though, baby
And that's a beautiful thing, woah
Yes now