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8 More Miles
Eminem
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It's alright, it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Gonna make it, can't give up now
I'ma make it somehow
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 just dealin' with 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 brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl
And I clam up, I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Just been stripped, I have just been 'vict'd
So I must then get off the bus then split
Man, fuck this shit, yo, I'm goin' the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
You can take me out the hood
But can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishing pistols, I'm coming to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playing? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols, let's get it popping (yeah)
Start to wavin' my invoice, shell cases get to dropping
If death is around the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket, just stunting, no stopping
I'm dying to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless
You know my contestants (oh)
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish
I told you before
Hoes, they compliment me now like, "50, nice chain"
Bellagio, twenty grand of chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop, gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga, you see me
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doing good
Or 'cause niggas feeling me more than you in your own hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'Cause they know you just rapping and you don't bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood, nigga
They know you fucking fronting, nigga
Talking like gangstas on a record
I see you, nigga, niggas know me, nigga
Ask around in my hood, nigga
Read the Daily News, nigga
You see them talking about me, nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, let's get it popping
G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit
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