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Interpret:
Eminem
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| Lose Yourself
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[Intro]
Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
[Verse 1]
Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is vomit on his sweater already
Moms forgettin hes nervous
But on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words wont come out
Hes choking, how? Everybodys jokin now
The clocks run out, times up, over BLOW!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad
But he wont give up that easy, no he wont have it
He knows his whole backs to these ropes
It dont matter, hes dope, he knows that
But hes broke, hes so sad that he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home
Thats when its back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment
And hope it dont collapse on him
[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better
[Verse 2]
Souls escapin through this holes that is gaping
This world is mines for the taking
Make me king as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring
But superstardoms close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, hes known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads got him
He knows hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water
These hoes dont want him no mo, hes cold prada
They moved on to the next shmo who flows
Who nose dove and sold nada
And so the so proper
His toll, it unfolds and I suppose its old, partner
But the beat goes on
Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
No more games, Ima change for due called rage
Tear this muthafuckin roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped writin the next cipher
Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I cant get by with my nine to five
And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz, man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers
And theres no movie, theres no Mekhi Pfifer
This is my life and these times are so hard
And its gettin even harder tryin to feed and water
My seed plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein a father and a pre-madonna
Baby momma drama, screamin on her
Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot
Another damn or not has gotten me to the point
Im like a snail, Ive got to formulate a plot
Or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only muthafuckin option, failures not
Momma love you but this trailers got to go
I cannot grow old in Salems Lot
So here I go, its my shot
Feet fail me not
Cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Duh doo
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
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01.Oct.2002 20:10:03 |
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