Then I turn and cross over the medium curve,
8 MILE LYRICS FREE
I am no longer scared now, I’m free as a bird, Time to show these free world leaders, three and the third, Suddenly a new burst of energy hits the curve, Uh uh got the urge, suddenly it’s a surge, Like I already got the beat all I need is the word, I got every ingredient all I need is the courage, I can no longer play stupid or be immature, Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned,Īint no callin her next time I need a new girl, Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I don’t got,īut I learned it’s time for me to u-turn, What I’m doing I just blow my head as a stove top, Sometimes I just feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not, Its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin, Sometimes I just feel like, I’m being pulled a-part,įrom each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends, This city is no fun, there is no sun and it’s so dark, My defenses are so up one thing don’t want it pity from no one,
8 MILE LYRICS PLUS
Plus I feel like I’m always stuck in this batteling mode, I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain’t about shit,Īt the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit,Īnd it’s cold trying to travel this road, I’m feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with, Maybe I need a new outlet, I’m starting to doubt shit, Who must I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,Ĭause I ain’t having no luck with this little rappers so fuck it Go to work and serve mc’s in the lunch line,īut when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go, Sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes, The chaque still unsigned, having a rough time, Who’s incredable on the same pedestal as me, Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta mc, Of authenticity, you’d never even see but it’s everything to me, Its different in it, a certain significant of certificate To be walking this borderline of detroit city limits, Well see what the big deal is, why wasn’t and still is, You got to live it to feel it, you didn’t then you wouldn’t get it, Off to work I go, back to this ain’t my room… On everything I own, I’ll make it on my own, Say whenever you need me baby, I’m never to far,īut yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know,Īnd I’m a be back for you the second that I blow, Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye, Yo I’m telling you dog, I’m bailing this trailer tomorrow, Yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are, Please don’t let me be fishin holding no regular job, Not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky,
The pressures too much man I’m just trying to do what’s best,Īnd I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why, Its like I grew up but I ain’t grown up to nuts yet,ĭont got a rep, my step, don’t got enough pep, Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain’t blew up yet, Wish that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had,īut I keep running from something I never wanted so bad, There’s no telling what really goes on in her little head, While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad,Īnd just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand, Poor little baby sister, she don’t understand, Gotta get a new plan, momma’s gotta new man, The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap, Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,
8 MILE LYRICS HOW TO
Only way that I know how to escape from, this ain’t my room… Sorry momma I’m grown, I must travel alone,Īint no followin footsteps, I’m making my own, Once I’m over these track man I’m a never look back,Īnd I’m gone and I know right where I’m goin, Time to leave and just take matters into my own hands, Time for me to just stand up and travel new land, World on my shoulders as I run back to this ain’t my room… Man fuck this shit, yo I’m going the fuck home, I’ve just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split, Something ain’t right, hit the brake lights,Ĭase of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic’s,Īnd show these people what my level of skill’s like,īut I’m still white, sometimes I just hate life, Sometimes it’s hard enough just dealing with real life, I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write, It’s ok, it’s ok, let the world get back this day
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