If I Had... (Radio Edit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

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 d**n ground

What are friends

Friends are people that you think

Are your friends

But they really your enemies

With secret identities

And 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

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 s**t when he spins

Tired of not havin' a deal

Tired of havin' to deal with the

Bulls**t 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 motherf**kers sprayin'

S**t and dartin' off

I'm tired of jobs startin' off

At 550 an hour then this

Boss wonders why I'm smartin' off

I'm 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

But if I had a million dollars

I'd buy a d**n brewery and turn

The planet into alcoholics

If I had a magic wand

I'd make the world suck my dick

Without a condom on

While I'm on the John

If I had a million bucks

It wouldn't be enough

Because I'd still be out robbin'

Armored trucks

If I had one wish I would ask

For a big enough a*s for the

Whole world to kiss

I'm tired of bein' white trash

Broke and always poor

Tired of takin' pop bottles

Back to the party store

I'm 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 f**kin' the same blonde W***e

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 d**n 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

But if I had a million dollars

I'd buy a d**n brewery and

Turn the planet into alcoholics

If I had a magic wand

I'd make the world suck my

Dick without a condom on

While I'm on the John

If I had a million bucks

It wouldn't be enough

Because I'd still be out robbin'

Armored trucks

If I had one wish I would ask

For a big enough a*s

For the whole world to kiss

You know what I'm sayin'

I'm tired of all of this bulls**t

Tellin' me to be positive

How am I 'posed to be positive

When I don't see s**t positive

You know what I'm sayin'

I rap about s**t around me s**t I see

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

Can't get no airplay you know

What I'm sayin'

But hey it's cool though

You know what I'm sayin'

I'm just fed up that's my word

I can say my grove stay

If I'm have in I me can trouble man