Letra Just another day de John Cena

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[Chorus: John Cena and Trademarc]
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

[John Cena]
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


[Tha Trademarc]
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


[Cena] Shakin hands with some fans by the thousands
[Marc] My place so poor, looks like public housin
[Cena] Gettin the Porsche when I shoulda got the CL6
[Marc] My ride broke down, I´ma kinda between whips
[Cena] Face on the X-Box, you played the game lately?
[Marc] Man I can´t rent, I owe too much in late fees
[Cena] Do I, charter a jet, or fly first class?
[Marc] Do I take a cab? Bus seats hurt my ass
[Cena] Pay my jeweler in cash, he don´t take a check
[Marc] The chain I rock, leaves a green mark on my neck
[Cena] Do I get the filet steak or the shrimp & crab mix?
[Marc] Do I get a number 3 or a number 6?
[Cena] Get in the club V.I.P. man they lettin me slide
[Marc] Man they bust me for dress code, I´m still outside
[Cena] Everybody wanna be down, but I ain´t got no friends
[Marc] Man nobody´s around, I ain´t got no friends