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Artist: Ludacris
Album:  Ludaversal
Song:   Grass Is Always Greener
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Ludacris]
Yeah, did some movies and started missin this rap shit
Back to rap then startin missin them movies (yuh)
Left these hoes to settle down with just one chick
Get with one chick, started missin them groupies (what's up baby?)
Stop drinkin for a year and I was all sober
Next year I got drunk and did it all over
Yesterday I quit smokin and swore I had enough
'Til I smelt it in the club and had to take a puff {*coughs*}
I got rich, learned life was a bitch
Now everybody's after all of my ennnnds (get yo' hand out my pocket!)
When I was broke all love from my folks
But nowadays I'm losin all of my friends (bye-bye!)
Let the story begin

[Chorus: Ludacris]
The grass is always greener on the other side
Always searchin for another high, ahh!
The grass is always greener on the other side
Caterpillar to a butterfly, ah!
The grass is always greener on the other side
Always searchin for another high, ahh!
The grass is always greener on the other side
Caterpillar to a butterfly, ah!
Bye-bye butterfly... fly away
Bye-bye butterfly... fly away

[Ludacris]
Yeah, start exercisin and winnin got me a six-pack (that's right)
Was eatin 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 {*burp*}
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 (damn)
I used to be out partyin every damn night
Now sometimes I'd rather be with my kids ("what's up daddy?")
I got checks, gained a lot of respect
Now everywhere I go they holla my naaaame (Luda!)
But sometimes wish that I was disguised
for peace of mind over fortune and fame
Guess what I'm really sayin is

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yeah, last year got the Ferrari that I always wanted
Drove it crazy, got sick of it, had to trade (give me my Ac'!)
All my fans convinced me to grow my hair back
Grew it back then started missin my fade (man, cut that shit!)
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 run-around
But feels great to know who really gives a shit (love y'all)
You cut the grass and the snakes will show
And know your neighbor's fertilizer is faaaake (don't let it fool ya)
We always searchin for what we never had
Always ignorin what's in front of our face
We've been conditioned to think

[Chorus]