well i thought it would be you never told myself the truth that i should hold your hand that i should have asked you when you were sitting in your room
's really something Getting busy, doing nothing We spend all our time running for our lives Going nowhere, it's really something Getting busy, doing nothing, doing nothing We should
cuz? I?m thirstin? (hey) I drink cuz? I?m hurtin? (hey) Greygoose got me stumblin? Man, I don?t wanna feel nothing Hook It feels like I?m floating on the clouds
like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I'm a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming Huh, aint nothing
happened to us? Life can always change You have to adjust How come when I gotta carter you stare at me in disgust? I say it's just to have fun You should
like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I'm a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming huh, aint nothing
By my memories, yeah, yeah When it seems like nothing but dark clouds Are raining in on your bright sunny day Remember the sunlight always comes after the rain You should be thankful everyday, should
it I'd have nothing Not even my pride So please don't leave me Not this. Please don't leave me Not this time I don't think I can survive it I'd have nothing
ain't nothing like pimpin now you know Ain't nuthin like pimping damn shithead bitch Ain't nuthin like pimpin so now you know There ain't nothing like
gone crazy! Eminem: A little help from hailie jade would, should tell them maybe Hailie: I think my dad gone crazy! Eminem: Theres nothing you could
dreams up in flames names all evaporated when my powers activated have to make it fun Think that you dunk me or dip me lift me, why'd you have to pick
it Keep on pushing, hold out your hand But light is your friend go on in 'Caroline' It's always darkest before the light Nothing's worth having if it
industry like elastic So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke Hit the motherfucka till I choke I brag and I boast about nothin Death, dying
different route, To comprimise my happiness and try to stick it out, And though im smiling synically when i hear your mouth, Debating on if i should leave or should
so high I can paint signs, and if she ain't fine, she ain't mine, and thank god that I;m alive and if he end it all today, I have nothing more that I
too much money, ain't enough money You know the FEDS listening, nigga what money? I'm a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming Huh, ain't nothing