Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Other Side, artist - Slaughterhouse. Album song welcome to: OUR HOUSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
The Other Side |
I paint a smile on my face |
But my mind’s in a different place |
They only see the light, but look behind the camera |
And then you’ll find an answer on the other side |
Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer |
The grass ain’t always greener on the other side |
I don’t give a f*ck about no rapper, anyone will cap ya |
Everyone is capable of murder if they have to |
Anyone can sell drugs, anyone can do time |
You trivial n*ggas, all you do is confuse crime |
Rappers are held in such a high regard while we fall |
It’s 'cause we forget the fans are the reason why we’re stars |
The fans also are not perfect, keep in mind |
Not to treat me like a science project and not a person |
I lend my respect to the game 'cause it teach you wisdom |
Your friends expect you to change, so they treat you different |
Through all my fame in my life I have grown |
If my wife decide that she gone, I might wanna die alone |
I’ma be honest 'cause every rapper alive |
Including I, puts a persona up |
But I promise what you seein' has truly been me |
But I ain’t 5'9"all the time, sometimes I’m just Ryan — a human being |
They only see the light, but look behind the camera |
And then you’ll find an answer on the other side |
Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer |
The grass ain’t always greener on the other side |
I can’t believe she hopped in homie whip |
My boo got blinded by the chromy lip |
And all that dough he get that he would blow and trick |
On open toes to rock with all the clothes she pick |
Dim lit restaurants with the Kobe dish |
Then neck the Moe' he sip |
Man, you ain’t even like champagne, you little phony b*tch |
You on homie dick |
Look at you walking in them heels like they Sauconys b*tch |
God this is crap, I mean holy sh*t |
I took you in when you got knocked up |
Argue with your moms about why I’ma f*ck your pops up |
Grave yard shift, liftin' a box up, ain’t wanna risk being locked up |
I just wanted to be a good pops, but |
You took my son like he was only yours |
We used to go to war on the phone, you had no remorse |
You’re cold, your heart shivering |
You was on an arm of a artist but that’s just women when… |
They only see the light, but look behind the camera |
And then you’ll find an answer on the other side |
Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer |
The grass ain’t always greener on the other side |
Lately I’m somber, my relationship with karma |
Got me peeling at my skin wishing I was made of armor |
Shady, I’m honored, thanks for taking in this monster |
Deeper than this stab wound given by my baby momma |
Trying to figure if I fear love |
Or if the devil got him in some type of bear hug that I’m not aware of |
Just cope, do what works for you |
I’m prettier inside, trying to be reversible |
I mean moms never changed, never hurt her view |
So when she go, so do I, make that hearse for two |
I feel my heart and I’m reminded it’s cold |
They say our bodies gon' perish and our spirit should |
be assigned new trolls |
So if you was climbing with Joe |
When it’s my time to go |
F*ck a funeral, get out there and find my soul |
Cause alone I’d break |
I need y’all to help prove that I’m not just God’s lone mistake |
They only see the light, but look behind the camera |
And then you’ll find an answer on the other side |
Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer |
The grass ain’t always greener on the other side |