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Just Another Day (Cena John)

This is just another day in the life Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors This is just another day in the life Mo' money mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em This is just another day in the life Gettin mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am This is just another day in the life This is just another day... in my life Everybody askin me - what you really like? Is this really life? Do you really fight? Do you fear the mic, when there's millions watchin? Are you super rich now, how much grip you coppin? You the new kid, now you gettin some shine When every vet sayin that it's not yo' time My hustle is non-stop and it's not yo' grind Plus I hear very clear, I'm not so blind Beef I don't sweat it, sleep I don't get it I remember your face it's just your name I forget it These days they melt together as one I got some plans to do shit that ain't never been done Take this game into battles that ain't never been won I ain't gon' walk through life, I think it's better to run And yeah I'm eatin right if you askin But the size of my wallet that's reflection of passion Just another face in the crowd, so to speak Huh, my electric was cut off last weak No heat, no food, no money, no girls And if life's my oyster then I ain't found pearls Makin moves every day so the ends could meet No gas money, so I use my legs and feet Everybody I meet man, they likely saw that I be in the same clothes from the night before Shoes so old you can call 'em retros Man I'm so damn broke, even my wallet echoes I got a dollar and change; man, I'm under the gun That buck's the only thing keepin me from bein a bum That's why I'm writin these words man, so I can get on So I can realize bein poor was makin me strong And the only reason I can't rub pennies together is cause I carry big bills, in genuine leather Shakin hands with some fans by the thousands My place so poor, looks like public housin Gettin the Porsche when I shoulda got the CL6 My ride broke down, I'ma kinda between whips Face on the X-Box, you played the game lately? Man I can't rent, I owe too much in late fees Do I, charter a jet, or fly first class? Do I take a cab? Bus seats hurt my ass Pay my jeweler in cash, he don't take a check The chain I rock, leaves a green mark on my neck Do I get the filet steak or the shrimp & crab mix? Do I get a number 3 or a number 6? Get in the club V.I.P. man they lettin me slide Man they bust me for dress code, I'm still outside Everybody wanna be down, but I ain't got no friends Man nobody's around, I ain't got no friends [Chorus]