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Intro
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Am
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
Verse 1:
Am
Yeah, 03, I went from back filthy to filthy rich
F
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a b!tch
Am
I tried to help n!ggas get on, they turned around and spit
F
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a d!ck
Am
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other sh!t
F
Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
Am
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
F
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
Am
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
F
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
Am
What's it to you? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
F
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
Am
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
Verse 2
F G Am
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the f!cking sheds sharpening my machete
F G
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
E7 F
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
G Am
I think you f!cking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, m!therf!cker, it's only the beginning
F G E7
He's bugging again, he's straight thugging, f!ck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them b!tches plugged in me
Am F
M!therf!cking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
F
Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, motherf!ckers in each
G E7
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally f!cking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your c!cksuck!ng opinion to me
Am
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this sh!t
F F
F!ck letting up, you?re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah
G E7
It's happening again, I'm thinking about the same
M!ther f!ck everybody that's up in this b!tch, but 50
F G
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
Am
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
F G
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm more trapped
E7
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
F G
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Am
Christ, how was I supposed to know sh!t would turn up like it did?
F G
Feels like I'm going psycho again and I might just blow my lid
E7
Sh!t, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I'm running in circles with.
Am
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
Verse 3:
F G
I haven't been this f!cking confused since I was a kid
Am
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
F G
Maybe this is for me, maybe, maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
E7
Maybe I'll do it 3 a.m in the morning like Shady
F G
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Am
Tryna say the same classic, get your @ss kicked
F
Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic
G E7
P!ssy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
Am
It's tragic, it's sad it's never gonna end, now we number one again
F
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
F G E7
Accept it, respect it, this a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs
And every f!cking thing with it
Am
My life, my life
F
Makes me wanna run away
Am F
There's no place to go, no place to go
Am
All the confusion
F
It's an illusion like a movie
Am
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
F
No matter how hard I try
Written by Larry Griffin, Jr./Curtis Jackson/Adam Levine/Marshall Mathers/H. Rooney