Текст песни I Couldn't Help It - Joe Budden

We had a beautiful relationship at one point
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 want to raise kids with
But still that shit happened regardless
I was so young, back then so heartless
And the shit I was thinkin' coulda caught me some charges

Listen, I tried to talk to her normally
That shit didn't work for one second, she was onto 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

Everytime 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

I mean, I couldn′t help it (help it)
For real, I couldn't help it (help it)
Even though I tried, must have been something going on inside
No lie, couldn′t help it, help it
Couldn't help it, help it
Talk to him

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 Blink's wife, how you been and what you doin′ here?"
I shoulda asked her that same shit
Snoop already told me that bitches ain′t shit
And the industry's so small, that′s how the game is
When you famous, everybodys 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"
Badass 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 everything′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, altogether
I'm sure the two of us′ll make it worth your while"

Now your friend looks great and I really want to 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 triflin' 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 because all I could 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 want to live, just then I couldn't help it

I couldn′t help it (help it)
For real, I couldn't help it (help it)
Even though I tried, must have been some thing going on inside, no lies
Couldn't help it, help it
Couldn′t help it, help it
Talk to him