DropTheWorld(AlbumVersion|Explicit)

Drop The World (放弃世界) (Album Version|Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Eminem (埃米纳姆)

Lyrics by：Luis Resto/D. Carter/J. Woodard/Marshall Mathers/M. Strange

Composed by：L. RestoM. StrangeM. MathersJ. WoodardD. Carter

I got ice in my veins blood in my eyes

Hate in my heart love in my mind

I seen nights full of pain days are the same

You keep the sunshine save me the rain

I search but never find hurt but never cry

I work and forever try but I'm cursed so never mind

And it's worse but better times seem further and beyond

The top gets higher the more that I climb

The spot gets smaller and I get bigger

Tryna get in where I fit in no room for a *****

But soon for a ***** it be on ************

'Cause all this ******** just made me strong ************

So I pick the world up

And I'ma drop it on your ****** head

Yeah

***** I'ma pick the world up

And I'ma drop it on your ******* head

Yeah

And I could die now rebirth ************

Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth ************

I'm gone

************ I'm gone

Uh

I know what they don't wanna tell you

Just hope you're heaven-sent and you're hell-proof

I I walk up in the world and cut the lights off

And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off

Huh my word is my pride

But wisdom is bleak and that's a word from the wise

Served to survive murdered and bribed

And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside

So I could pick the world up

And I'ma drop it on your ******* head

Haha yeah

***** I'ma pick the world up

And I'ma drop it on your ******* head

Yeah

And I could die now rebirth ************

Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth ************

I'm gone

************ I'm gone

I'm gone

It hurts but I never show

This pain you'll never know

If only you could see just how lonely and how cold

And frostbit I've become

My back's against the wall

When push come to shove

I just stand up and scream

**** 'em all

Man it feels like these walls are closin' in

This roof is cavin' in

Oops time to raise it then

Your days are numbered like pages in

My book of rhymes got 'em cookin' boy

This crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook

And scared to look in my eyes