Hayze - The Gra** Ain't Greener lyrics

[Hook: Hayze & Danaya] These things are chasing my dreams is probably why I can't sleep at night Keeping me up, it's like I'm running in circles Oh lord, this can't be my life The gra** ain't greener on the other side The gra** ain't greener on the other side The gra** ain't greener on the other side The gra** ain't greener on the other side [Verse 1: Apathy] The gra** ain't greener and the cash ain't either And the a** ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer They consuming cause as soon they consume you with their cell phone Rumors that a iPhone 6 is coming to you Then the radio waves going to ya 'til your tumor In your brain ways, to get, dump your body in the sewer In the cars, in the clothes, for the stars that you know Got you running out, getting credit cards you can blow That's marketed bro, you a target for sho' You a target, right now Car full of clothes for these broke a** hoes With their dreams that float right out windows like second hand smoke And they say that there's no peace, beef with the police But they eat processed beef 'til they're obese Oh god, can you please spare a few g's? I don't wanna have to go and move a few keys Get a car they be having in the movies Cause I come from the land of the Hoopties Welfared, white trash wearing blue jeans To an interview where they should have wore a two piece Hella' fine though, hell is in the mind though Hella' five-o, helicopter's in the sky though A place where they grow cancerous b**hes You don't handle your business and they cancelling Christmas Four AM, on Christmas Eve I'm awake though, I can barely breathe See a flashlight going through the crib Looking for the money mom hid, just a little kid But remember every single thing everyone did Every word, every line sniffed now that I'm big Cause the gra** ain't greener and the cash ain't either And the a** ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer [Hook: Hayze & Danaya] (You must find strength!) [Verse 2: Apathy] Got the whole world under their spell Over souls they sell until you're just a shell You believe life's better in a Bentley more so than a Chevy Trying to ball out when you ain't ready And the debt's so heavy but you treat yourself And nobody even sees that Gucci belt Who's Gucci helped? That's Gucci's wealth You putting your food on Gucci's shelf I'm from where the hoes so fake groupies melt And the record sales dictate who they felt I could almost scream, it's a f**ed up dream Real sh** ain't dropped since I was like nineteen If I smoked, I would smoke 'til my brain cells broke But I don't so I wrote down how I cope If the world's running out of dope, then you make dope Everything's so cutthroat, I almost lost hope But in winter I'll be summoning the summer 'til the sun is uncovered And it melts every snowflake under these stupid motherf**ers And the bu*terface lovers on the bu*ter soft leather seat When they baby mother need another check from him when he runnin And his son is a slumber Cause the hunger is his stomach's like thunder And you better get up the money for the court to escort your a** Where the currency's in the form of Newport's One PM, and he ain't giving up Staring out the window for that black truck Because his pops told him that he'd pick him up for the weekend But he with his friends living it up Ga**ed up like it's Hyundai, hot And he trying to buy the clothes that Kanye got But the gra** ain't greener and the cash ain't either And the a** ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer [Hook: Hayze & Danaya]