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8 Mile Road Eminem

(It s okay, it s okay. I m gonna make it anyway.)
Sometimes I just feel like
Quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it s hard enough steal from the real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill s like
But I m still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain t right
Hit the breaklights
In case of the stage fright
Draw on the blank light
(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain t my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My
insides crawl)
And I clam up (SMASH!)
I just slam shut
I just can t do it
My whole manhood s just been stripped
I ve just been ripped
So I must been dipped
Or the bustin split
Man fuck this shit yo
I m goin the fuck home
Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.

I m a man
I ma make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
Once I m over these tracks man
I ma never look back
(8 Mile Rd.)
And I m gone
I don t like where I m goin
Sorry mama I ve grown
I must travel alone
Ain t no followin no footsteps
I m makin my own
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.

Walkin these traintracks
Tryin to regain back the spirit I have
Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)
To the same plant
And the same pants
Tryin to chase rap
Gotta move A.S.A.P.
Get a new plan
Mama s got a new man
Poor little baby sister
She don t understand
Sits in front of the TV, bury s her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother, and dad
Ain t no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset
Cuz I ain t blew up yet
It s like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yet
Don t gotta rap my step
Don t got enough pep
The pressure s too much man
I m just tryin to do what s best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won t tell a lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don t pray to the sky
Please I m beggin you God
Please don t let me be pigeon holdin on regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me hommie
Wherever you are
Yo I m tellin you dog
I m bailin this trailor tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her
Kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby
I m never too far
But yo, I gotta get out there
The only way I know
And I ma do that for you
On the second that I blow
On everything I own
I ll make it on my own
Off to work I go
Back to this 8 Mile Rd.

Ya gotta live it to feel it
If you didn t you wouldn t get it
We ll see what the big deal is
Why it wasn t, it still is
To be walkin this border line of Detroit city s limit
It s different, it s a certain significant certificate of
authenticity
You d never even see
But it s everything to me
It s my credibility
You ve never seen, heard, smell, or met an MC
Who s incredible and on the same pedistool as me
But check
Still unsigned
Havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friend s who kick dumb rhymes
Go to work
And servin MC s in the lunch line
But when it come s crunch time
Where do my punch lines go?
Who must I show?
To bust my flow?
Where must I go?
Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cuz I ain t havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlit
I m startin to doubt shit
I m feelin a little scepticle
Of who I hang out with
I look like a bum
Yo my clothes ain t about shit
At the Salvation Army
Tryin to salvage and outfit
And it s cold
Tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I m only stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up
And one thing I don t want
Is pity from no one
The city is no fun
There is no sun
And it s so dark
Sometimes I feel like I m just being pulled apart
Being torn in my limbs
By each one of my friends
Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not what I m doin
I just blow
My head is a stove top
I just explode
The kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don t got
But I ve learned
It s time for me to U-Turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt
Ain t no fallin
No next time
Imeet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid
Or be immature
I ve got every ingredient
All I need is the courage
Like I already got to beat
All I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly its a search
Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured
Time to show these free world leaders
Three in the third
I am no longer scared now
I m free as a bird
And I turn and cross over
The median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd


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