?My life, my life
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Makes me wanna run away
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But there's no place to go, no place to go
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A lot of confusion, it's like illusion
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Like a movie, got nowhere to go
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Nowhere to run and hide,
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no matter how hard I try
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Yeah,
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OP I went from back filthy to filthy rich
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Man the emotions change
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so I can never trust a bitch
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I tried to help n-ggas get on,
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they turned around and spit
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Right in my face, so Game
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and Buck, both can suck a dick
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Now when you hear 'em it
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may sound like it's some other shit
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Cause I'm ain't writing anymore,
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they not making hits
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I'm far from perfect,
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there's so many lessons I done learned
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If money is evil
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look at all the evil I done heard
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I'm doing what I'm supposed to
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I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepeneur
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Fresh off the sewer,
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watch me manouver, what's it to you?
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The track I laced it, it's better than basic
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This is my recovery, my comeback in
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My life, my life
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Makes me wanna run away
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But there's no place to go, no place to go
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A lot of confusion, it's like illusion
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Like a movie, got nowhere to go
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Nowhere to run and hide,
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no matter how hard I try
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While you were sipping your own
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kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
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I was in the fucking sheds sharpening
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my machete Sipping
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some of of that revenge juice,
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getting my taste buds ready
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To whoop down this spaghetti,
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or should I say this spaghett-even?
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I think you fucking meatballs
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keep on just forgetting
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Thought he was finished, motherf-cker,
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it's only the beginning
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He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin'
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fuck who he's offending
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He'll rip your vocal chords
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out and have them bitches plugged in me
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Motherf-cking wall with
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3000 volts of electricity
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Now take the other and dump them
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then pluck him, motherf-ckers in each
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One of your eyesockets cause I thought
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you might finally fucking see
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That'll teach you to go voicing your
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cocksuckin' opinion to me
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I done put my blood,
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my sweat and my tears in this shit
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fuck letting up,
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you’re gonna end up regretting
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you ever betted against me
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Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah,
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it's happening again
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I'm thinking about the same
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Motherf-ck everybody
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that's up in this bitch, but 50!
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Cause this is all I know,
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this is why so hard I go
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I swear to God
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I put my heart and soul
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into this more than anybody knows
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I'm trapped, so all I do is rap,
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but everytime I rap I'm more trapped
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And I rap myself right into this bubble,
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oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
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This is like a vicious cycle,
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my life's in a crisis
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Christ, how was I supposed to know
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shit would turn up like it did?
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Feels like I'm going psycho again
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And I might just blow my lid
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shit, I almost wish that
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I would have never made Recovery, kid
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Cause I'm running in circles with
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My life, my life
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Makes me wanna run away
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But there's no place to go, no place to go
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A lot of confusion, it's like illusion
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Like a movie, got nowhere to go
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Nowhere to run and hide,
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no matter how hard I try
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I haven't been this fucking
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confused since I was a kid
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Sold like 40 million records,
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people forgot what I did
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Maybe this is for me, maybe
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Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
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Maybe I'll do it 3 AM
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in the morning like Shady
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Psycho killer, Michael Myers,
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I'm on fire like a lighter
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Tryna say the same classic,
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get your ass kicked
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Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic
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Pussy, now pick the casket,
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dirt nap with the maggots
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It's tragic, it's sad it's
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Never gonna end,
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now we number one again
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With that frown on your face,
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and your heart full of hate
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Accept it, respect it
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This a gift God gave me like the
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air in the lungs
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And every fucking thing with it
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My life, my life
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Makes me wanna run away
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But there's no place to go, no place to go
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A lot of confusion, it's like illusion
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Like a movie, got nowhere to go
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Nowhere to run and hide,
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no matter how hard I try
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?My Life (feat. Eminem & Adam Levine Of Maroon 5)
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| 50 Cent(피프티 센트) |
