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8 Mile Lyrics
Lose Yourself Lyrics
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever
wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms
are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already,
mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole
crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's
chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up over,
blouww! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit,
he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Is he? No He won't
have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes It don't matter, he's
dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When
he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again
yo This whole rhapsody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't
pass him
[Hook:] You better lose yourself in the music, the
moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do
not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is
mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A
normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar It only grows
harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on
him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God
only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and
barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the
next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told
and unfolds I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da
dum da da
[Hook]
No more games, I'ma change what you call
rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in
the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed
off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe
somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of
life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these
times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my
seed, plus See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna Baby
mama drama's screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot,
another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only
mothafuckin option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to
go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet
fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I
got
[Hook]
You can do anything you set your mind to,
man
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