Lyrics

[Intro] "Life," by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think you've gotten past it It's gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground (If I had a million) What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies with secret identities In disguises to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny, money is the root of all evil Money'll make them same friends come back around Swearin' that they was always down What is life? I'm tired of life [Verse 1] I'm tired of backstabbin'-ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committin' so many sins Tired of always givin' in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never havin' any ends Tired of havin' skinny friends hooked on crack and Mini Thins I'm tired of this DJ playin' your shit when he spins Tired of not havin' a deal Tired of havin' to deal with the bullshit without grabbin' the steel Tired of drownin' in my sorrow Tired of havin' to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers sprayin' shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at $5.50 an hour Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of bein' fired every time I fart and cough Tired of havin' to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk, breathin' down my neck, drivin' me berserk I'm tired of usin' plastic silverware Tired of workin' at Builder's Square, tired of not bein' a millionaire [Chorus] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics (If I had a million dollars) If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john (I could set my troubles free) If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough 'cause I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks (If I had a million dollars) If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss [Verse 2] I'm tired of bein' white trash, broke, and always poor Tired of takin' pop bottles back to the party store Tired of not havin' a phone Tired of not havin' a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin' a BM Tired of not workin' at GM, tired of wantin' to be him Tired of not sleepin' without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performin' in a packed coliseum Tired of not bein' on tour Tired of fuckin' the same blonde whore after work in the back of a Contour I'm tired of fakin' knots with a stack of ones Havin' a lack of funds and resortin' back to guns Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of steppin' in clubs, wearin' the same pair of Lugz Tired of people sayin' they're tired of hearin' me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me Sayin' they wasn't feelin' me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me" And I'm tired of radio stations tellin' fibs Tired of JLB sayin', "Where hip-hop lives" (Where hip-hop lives) [Chorus] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics (If I had a million dollars) If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john (I would set my troubles free) If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough 'cause I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks (If I had a million dollars) If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss [Outro] You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of all of this bullshit (If I had a million dollars) Tellin' me to be positive, how am I 'posed to be positive When I don't see shit positive? You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see (If I had a million dollars) You know what I'm sayin'? Right now, I'm tired of everything Tired of all this player-hatin' that's goin' on in my own city (You could share my wealth with me) Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But hey, it's cool though (If I had a million dollars) You know what I'm sayin'? I'm just fed up That's my word (I could set my troubles free) (If I had a million dollars)