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Lyrics: 8 Mile (Eminem)

About page: Lyrics: 8 Mile (Eminem). Text: 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 ...


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    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 then I falls, my insides crawl
    and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
    I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
    just been stripped, I have just been vicked
    So I must then get off the bus then split
    Man f**k this shit yo, I'm goin the f**k home
    World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

    [Chorus]
    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 the footsteps I'm making my own
    Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

    [Eminem]
    I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
    the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
    To the same plant, and the same pants
    Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
    And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
    Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
    Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
    And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
    While she colors her big brother and 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, cause I ain't blew up yet
    It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
    Don't gotta rep 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 no 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 pigeon holed in no regular job
    Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
    Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer 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 be back for you, 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 Road

    [Chorus]

    [Eminem]
    You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
    Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
    To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
    It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
    of authenticity, you'd never even see
    But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
    You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
    who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
    But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
    Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
    Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
    But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines 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
    Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so f**k it
    Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
    I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
    I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
    At the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
    And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
    Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
    My defenses are so up, but 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 bein pulled apart
    From each one of my limbs, by each on of my friends
    It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of 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 ass that 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 burned
    Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl
    I can no longer play stupid or be immature
    I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
    Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
    Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
    Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
    Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
    I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
    Then I turn and cross over the median curb
    Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
    (Chorus)




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