[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 quite filthy to filthy rich
Man their 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 ***
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's 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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid, getting your buzz heavy
I was in the *** shed 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 spa-get-even
I think you *** meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, mother***er it's only the beginning
He's bugging again, he's straight thugging
*** who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plu~gged in the
Mother*** wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other end of em
Then plug them mother***ers-in-each
One of your eye sockets
Cause I thought you might finally *** 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 ***
*** letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah it's happening again
I'm thinking about just saying
Mother *** 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 in this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap
But everytime I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right to this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap
It's like a vicious cycle
My life's in a crisis
Christ how was I supposed to know *** 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I haven't been this *** 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 *** thing living
[Hook: Adam Levine]