[Adam Levine:] My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There’s no place to go, no place to go All the confusion It’s an illusion like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try [50 Cent:] Yeah, OP, I went from back filthy to filthy rich Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bítch I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick Now when you hear ‘em it may sound like it’s some other shit Cause I’m not writing anymore, they not making hits I’m far from perfect, there’s so many lessons I done learned If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned I’m doing what I’m supposed to, I’m a writer, I’m a fighter Entrepeneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver What’s it to you? The track I lace it, it’s better than basic This is my recovery, my comeback, kid [Adam Levine:] My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There’s no place to go, no place to go All the confusion It’s an illusion like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try [Eminem:] While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy I was in the fücking sheds chopping my machete Sipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buzz ready To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even? I think you fücking meatballs keep on just forgetting Party was finished, motherfücker, it’s only the beginning He’s bugging again, he’s straight thugging, fück who he’s offending He’ll rip your vocal chords out and have them bítches plugged in me Motherfücking wall with 3000 volts of electricity Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, motherfückers in each One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally fücking see That’ll teach you to go voicing your cocksucking opinion to me I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit Fück letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me Feels like I’ma snap in a minute, yeah, it’s happening again I’m thinking about the same motherfücker That everybody else that’s up in this bítch, what 50? Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows I’m trapped, so all I do is rap but everytime I rap I’m on track And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it’s bubble wrap This is like a vicious cycle, my life’s in a crisis eliterics Christ, how was I supposed to know shut would turn up like it did? Feels like I’m going psycho again and I might just blow my lid I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid Cause I’m running in circles with [Adam Levine:] My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There’s no place to go, no place to go All the confusion It’s an illusion like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try [50 Cent:] I haven’t been this fücking confused since I was a kid Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did Maybe this is for me, maybe, maybe I’m supposed to go crazy Maybe I’ll do it 3 AM in the morning like Shady Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I’m on fire like a lighter Tryna say the same classic, get your ass kicked Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic See, now I’ll pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots It’s tragic, it’s sad it’s never gonna end, now we number one again With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect it, this a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs And every fücking thing with it [Adam Levine:] My life, my life Makes me wanna run away There’s no place to go No place to go All the confusion It’s an illusion like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 05:20:06 +0000
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