The Grass Ain't Greener

These things are chasing my dreams is probably why I can't sleep at night
 Keeping me up, it's like I'm running in circles
 Oh lord, this can't be my life
 The grass ain't greener on the other side
 The grass ain't greener on the other side
 The grass ain't greener on the other side
 The grass ain't greener on the other side
 The grass ain't greener and the cash ain't either
 And the ass ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer
 They consuming cause as soon they consume you with their cell phone
 Rumors that a iPhone 6 is coming to you
 Then the radio waves going to ya 'til your tumor
 In your brain ways, to get)[?] up your body in the sewer
 In the cars, in the clothes, for the stars that you know
 Got you running out, getting credit cards you can blow
 That's marketing bro, you a target for sho'
 You a target, right now
 Car full of clothes for these broke ass hoes
 With their dreams that float right out windows like second hand smoke
 And they say that there's no peace, beef with the police
 But they eat processed beef 'til they're obese
 Oh god, can you please spare a few g's?
 I don't wanna have to go and move a few keys
 Get a car they be having in the movies
 Cause I come from the land of the Hoopties
 Well-fared, white trash wearing blue jeans
 To an interview where they should have wore a two piece
 Hella' fine though, hell is in the mind though
 Hella' five-o, helicopter's in the sky though
 A place where they grow cancerous bitches
 You don't handle your business and they cancelling Christmas
 Four AM, on Christmas Eve
 I'm awake though, I can barely breathe
 See a flashlight going through the crib
 Looking for the money mom hid, just a little kid
 But remember every single thing everyone did
 Every word, every line sniffed now that I'm big
 Cause the grass ain't greener and the cash ain't either
 And the ass ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer
 (You must find strength!)
 Got the whole world under their spell
 All of the souls they sell until it's just a shell
 You believe life's better in a Bentley more so than a Chevy
 Trying to ball out when you ain't ready
 And the debt's so heavy but you treat yourself
 And nobody even sees that Gucci belt
 Who's Gucci helped? That's Gucci's wealth
 You putting your food on Gucci's shelf
 I'm from where the hoes so fake groupies melt
 And the record sales dictate who they felt
 I could almost scream, it's a fucked up dream
 Real shit ain't dropped since I was like nineteen
 If I smoked, I would smoke 'til my brain cells broke
 But I don't so I wrote down how I cope
 If the world's running out of dope, then you make dope
 Everything's so cutthroat, I almost lost hope
 But in winter I'll be summoning the summer 'til the sun is uncovered
 And it melts every snowflake under these stupid motherfuckers
 And the butterface lovers on the butter soft leather seat
 When they baby mother need another check from when he runnin
 And his son is a slumber
 Cause the hunger is his stomach's like thunder
 And you better get up the money for the court to escort your ass
 Where the currency's in form of Newport's
 One PM, and he ain't giving up
 Staring out the window for that black truck
 Because his pops told him that he'd pick him up for the weekend
 But he with his friends living it up
 Gassed up like it's Hyundai, hot
 And he trying to buy the clothes that Kanye got
 But the grass ain't greener and the cash ain't either
 And the ass ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer
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