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    My Life

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    My Life
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      About "My Life"

      Lyrics for 50 Cent - "My Life"

      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

      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
      Entrepreneur, 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

      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

      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 buginning
      He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending
      He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plu~gged in the
      Motherfucking wall with three thousand volts of electrucity
      Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers in each
      One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
      That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
      I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
      Fuck letting up, you’re gonna end up rugretting you ever betted against me
      Feels like I'mma 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

      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

      I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid
      Sold like forty 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 three A.M. 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 livin'

      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      ROONEY, HERBERT LOUIS / GRIFFIN, LARRY DARNELL / JACKSON, CURTIS / MATHERS, MARSHALL / LEVINE, ADAM NOAH
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