[Hook: 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. [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, ‘03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich, Man, the emotions change So I can never trust a bitch, 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 ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic, This is my recovery, my comeback, kid. [Hook] [Verse 2: Eminem] While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy, I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete, Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even? I think, you fucking meatballs, keep on just forgetting, Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginning, He's bugging again, he's straight thugging, Fuck who he's offending! He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the Motherfucking wall with 3000 volts of electricity, Now take the other end of ‘em, then plug them motherfuckers in each One of your eyesockets ‘cause I thought you might finally fucking 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, Fuck letting up! You're gonna end up regretting You ever betted against me. Feels like Imma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again, I'm thinking about just saying, “Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 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 every time I rap I'm more trapped, And I rap myself right into this bubble, Oh I guess it's bubble wrap. This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis, Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did? Feels like I'm going psycho again, And I might just blow my lid. Shit! I almost wish that I would have never made “Recovery”, kid, ‘Cause I'm running in circles with... [Hook] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I haven't been this fucking 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, Try to say this ain't classic, Get your ass kicked mad quick, Wrap your head up in plastic, pussy, Now 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 given, like the air in the lungs Of every fucking thing living. [Hook]
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