Yeah Did some movies and started missing this rap shit Back to rap and starting missing them movies Left these hoes to settle down with just one chick Get with one chick started missing them groupies Stop drinking for a year and I was all sober Next year I got drunk and did it all over Yesterday I quit smoking and swore I had enough Till I smelt it in the club and had to take a puff I got rich and learned life was a bitch Now everybody's after all of my ends So hand out my pocket When I was broke all love from my folks But nowadays I'm losing all of my friends let the story begin The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly Bye bye butterfly Fly away Bye bye butterfly Fly away Yeah Start exercising and winning got me a six pack Was eating healthy and did away with the junk Then I got lazy and started to wanna kick back My six pack reverted back to a gut When I'm at the crib I'm mad I'm not at the club lit When I'm at the club I'm mad I'm not at the crib I used to be out partying every damn night Now sometimes I'd rather be with my kids I got checks gained a lot of respect now everywhere I go they holla my name (Luda!) But sometimes wish that I was disguised for peace of mind over fortune and fame Guess what I'm really saying The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly Yeah Last year got the Ferrari that I always wanted Drove it crazy got sick of it had to trade (Give me my [?]!) All my fans convinced me to grow my hair back Grew it back then started missing my fade I got hits start trippin' I wasn't underground Got underground start trippin' I need hits (We outta here!) When you down and people give you the runaround But feels great to know who really gives a shit You cut the grass and the snakes will show And know your neighbor's fertilizer is fake (Don't let it fool ya!) We always searching what we never had Always ignoring what's in front of our face We've been conditioned to think The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly

I had the world when you were mine But I threw it away I thought the grass was greener there Where I wandered one day I left your arms for someone else But he was never true I thought the grass was greener there Now here am I so blue Now another, another holds your hand And there's nothing, there's nothing left for me And it hurts so much to see her stand Where I once used to be It breaks my heart when you walk by So near and yet so far And the grass is really greener there For that's just where you are I know the grass is greener there For that's just where you are

Step out the door, I feel the sun on my skin Wanted to run but I start to feel like I fit in You held my hand when I turned around, around Split in two didn't make a sound, a sound, ooh During the week I feel like a ghost I'm one of these girls who like Friday the most And everyone knows The grass is always greener on the other side But I don't need to see it 'cause I am alright, alright I found my way out When I was turning around, around I found my way out And I'm not coming down I found my way out When I was turning around, around I found my way out And I'm not coming down I found my way out When I was turning around, around I found my way out And I'm not coming down I found my way out When I was turning around, around I found my way out And I'm not coming down

1972 Daddy drove in over, it was sky blue He worked at a record store after school Call it sympathy for the vinyl () 1972 Turntable in the basement, Major Cool A hippie girl, couple cold beers split in two You got your own rock n roll revival Girl you know they didn't ride So come over tonight () I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze We're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972 () So will it just be me and you? Playing air drums with The Who's Keith Moon You know them good ones always die too soon Like Jimmy, Jim and Joplin Yea, kickin back, cutting loose Sippin on Jack, that's what we do It don't matter baby girl cus in a few You're gonna hear heaven a knockin Look out! I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze Well let's kick it like the kids did in 1972 Yea, we're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972

City of angels, city of stars Well, she shine brightest on that stone boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town Oh, my LAX She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to chase her dream To be an actress on that silver screen Oh, my LAX Well, dear seventies ---- Please hold tight to my California honey Make her famous with lots of money And tell her I wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Night trampoline and marijuana I close my eyes and I can smell it on her Bored in a plan back to Tennessee I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me Well, dear palm trees and palm readers Tattoo artist and make believers Please tell her next time you see her That I sure wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Oh, my LAX