Текст песни Slaughterhouse - The Other Side

Welcome To: OUR HOUSE (Deluxe Edition)
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Slaughterhouse
Альбом: Welcome To: OUR HOUSE (Deluxe Edition)
Длительность: 04:09
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[Intro:] I paint a smile on my face But my mind's in a different place [Hook:] They only see the light, but look behind the camera And then you'll find an answer on the other side Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer The grass ain't always greener on the other side [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I don't give a fuck about no rapper, anyone will cap'ya Everyone is capable of murder if they have to Anyone can sell drugs, anyone can do time You trivial-niggas, all you do is confuse crime Rappers are held is such a high regard while we fall It's 'cause we forget the fans are the reason why we're stars The fans also are not perfect, keep in mind Not to treat me like a science project and not a person I lend my respect to the game 'cause it teach you wisdom Your friends expect you to change, so they treat you different Through all my fame in my life I have grown If my wife decide that she gone, I might wanna die alone I'm a be honest 'cause every rapper alive Including I, puts a persona up But I promise what you seein' has truly been me But I ain't 5'9" all the time, sometimes I'm just Ryan - a human being [Hook] [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] I can't believe she hopped in homie whip My boo got blinded by the chromy lip And all that dough he get that he would blow and trick On open toes to rock with all the clothes she pick Dim lit restaurants with the Kobe dish Then neck the Moe' he sip Man, you ain't even like champagne, you little phony bitch You on homie dick Look at you walking in them heels like they Sauconys bitch God this is crap, I mean holy shit I took you in when you got knocked up Argue with your moms about why I'm a fuck your pops up Grave yard shift, liftin' a box up, ain't wanna risk being locked up I just wanted to be a good pops, but You took my son like he was only yours We used to go to war on the phone, you had no remorse You're cold, your heart shivering You was on an arm of a artist but that's just women when... [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Lately I'm somber, my relationship with karma Got me peeling at my skin wishing I was made of armor Shady, I'm honored, thanks for taking in this monster Deeper than this stab wound given by my baby momma Trying to figure if I fear love Or if the devil got him in some type of bear hug that I'm not aware of Just cope do what works for you I'm prettier inside, trying to be reversible I mean moms never changed, never hurt her view So when she go, so do I, make that hearse for two I feel my heart and I'm reminded it's cold They say our bodies gon' parish and our spirit should be assigned new trolls So if you was climbing with Joe When it's my time to go Fuck a funeral, get out there and find my soul Cause alone I'd break I need y'all to help prove that I'm not just God's lone mistake [Hook]
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