[Hook: Adam Levine]
My life, my life
Makes me [bad word] 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 [bad word] and hide,
No matter how hard I try.

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah, ‘03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich,
Man, the emotions change
So I can never [bad word] a [bad word] 
I tried to help niggas get on,
They turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a [bad word] 
Now when you hear ‘em it may sound like it's some other [bad word] ‘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 is 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,
Entrepeneur, 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, [bad word]  kid.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy,
I was in the [bad word] sheds 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 spaghett-even?
I think, you [bad word] meatballs, keep on just forgetting,
Thought he was finished, [bad word]  it's only the beginning,
He's bugging again, he's straight thugging, [bad word] who he's offending!
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them [bad word] plugged in the [bad word] wall with 3000 volts of electricity,
Now take the other end of ‘em, then plug them [bad word] in each
One of your eyesockets ‘cause I thought you might finally [bad word] see.
That'll teach you to go voicing your [bad word] opinion to me!
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this [bad word]  [bad word] letting up! You're gonna end up regretting
You ever betted against me.
Feels like Imma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again,
I'm thinking about just saying,
“Mother [bad word] everybody that's up in this [bad word]  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
Into this more than anybody knows.
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap,
But every time I rap I'm more trapped,
And I rap myself right into this bubble,
Oh I guess it's bubble wrap.
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis,
Christ, how was I supposed to know [bad word] would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again,
And I might just blow my lid. [bad word]  I almost wish that I would have never made “Recovery”, kid,
‘Cause [bad word] in circles with...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I haven't been this [bad word] 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 [bad word] kicked mad quick,
Wrap your head up in plastic, [bad word] 
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 [bad word] thing living.

[Hook]