Sometimes I just feel like - quittin, I still might why do I put up this fight? why do I still write? sometimes its hard enough just dealing with real life sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics and show these people what my level of skills like but I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life something ain't right, hit the break lights facing this stage fright, drawing a blank like "uhh da da da duhh it ain't my fault cry-ing eye balls, my inside crawl" And I clam up I just slam shut, I just can't do it my whole manhoods just been stripped I have just been evict so I must in get hope to bust in, split, man fuck this shit yo- I'm going the fuck home world on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road (Chorus) I'm a man, Ima make a new plan time for me to just stand up, and travel new land time for me to just take matters in to my own hands once on move on from these track, I'll never look back (8 Mile Road) and I'm gone, and I 点击下载LRC歌词
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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 its hard enough just dealing with real life sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics and show these people what my level of skills like but I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life something ain't right, hit the break lights facing this stage fright, drawing a blank like "uhh da da da duhh it ain't my fault cry-ing eye balls, my inside crawl" And I clam up I just slam shut, I just can't do it my whole manhoods just been stripped I have just been evict so I must in get hope to bust in, split, man fuck this shit yo- I'm going the fuck home world on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road (Chorus) I'm a man, Ima make a new plan time for me to just stand up, and travel new land time for me to just take matters in to my own hands once on move on from these track, I'll never look back (8 Mile Road) and I'm gone, and I know right where I'm going sorry mama I'm grown I must travel alone ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm making my own only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road Walking these train tracks, trying to regain back the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap to the same plant, in the same pants trying to chase rap, gotta move A-SAP get a new plan, mamas 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 till the crayon gets dull in her hand while she colors her big brother and mother and dad ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head wish I could be the daddy that niether one of us had but I keep running from something I never wanted so bad sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet it's like I grew but I ain't grown these two nuts yet don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep the pressures too much man Im just trying to do what's best and I try, sit alone and cry, yo I'm on telling god not a moment goes by, that I don't prey to the sky please I'm beggin you god, please don't let me be pigeon holding no regular job yo I hope you can hear me homey, wherever you are yo I'm telling you dawg, I bailing this trailor tomarrow tell my mother I love her and kiss baby sister goodbye say "whenever you need me baby I'm never 2 far" but yo I got to 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) You got to live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it don't see what the big deal is...