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8 Mile (2002) |
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{Verse} |
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Some days I just wanna up and call it quits |
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I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks |
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Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits |
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My life's like one great big ball of shit |
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If I could just put it all into all I spit |
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Instead of always trying to swallow it |
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Instead of staring at this wall and shit |
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While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shit |
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Can't call it, shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall |
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If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits |
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This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it |
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I ain't dealing with another fucking politic |
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I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up |
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I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up |
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Blow this building up, I've concealed enough |
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My cup runneth over, I done filled it up |
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The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts |
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You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts |
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Well, I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush |
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You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch |
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Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shit up |
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Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up |
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Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you who I be |
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I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me |
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You wait, it ain't too late to finally see |
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What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see |
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Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee |
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Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me |
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You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine |
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All I need's a line |
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But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme |
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To express how I'm really feeling at that time |
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Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes |
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It's just sometimes, it's always me |
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How dark can these hallways be? |
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The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three |
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This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper |
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{rip} I'm desperate at my desk |
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If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again |
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Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' |
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Fuck, I'm stumped up, wait, here comes somethin' |
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{crumples paper} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out |
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New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out |
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I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out |
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Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out |
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I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? |
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Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave |
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Real enough to rile you up |
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Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want |
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I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter |
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I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a |
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Fucking boiling point, put some oil in your joints |
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Flip the coin, bitch, come get destroyed |
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An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense |
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They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence |
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By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin' |
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By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawing someone |
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By the way they're running, you would swear the law was comin' |
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It's now or never, and tonight is all or nothin' |
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Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he'd be back |
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He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest |
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I'll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock |
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Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch |
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Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race |
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And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch |
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I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice |
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'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice |
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If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung |
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If I have half a chance I grab it — Rabbit, run! |
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--- 8 Mile (2002) --- |
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--- Eminem --- |
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Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' |
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