Places To Go

[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 shit
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 sippin' your  own Kool-Aid, getting your  buzz heavy
I was in the fucking 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 fucking meatballs  keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished,  motherfucker it's only the  beginning
He's bugging again, he's  straight thugging
Fuck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords  out
And have them bitches  plu~gged in the
Motherfucking wall with 3000  volts of electricity
Now take the other end of  'em
Then plug them  motherfuckers-in-each
One of your eye sockets
Cause I thought you might  finally fucking 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  shit
Fuck 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 thinkin' about just saying
Mother fuck 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 shit would turn up  like it did
Feels like I'm going psycho  again
And I might just blow my lid
Shit 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 fucking  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 fucking thing living
[Hook]