"lyrics he "Lose Yourself" *8 Mile Soundtrack out now
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wantedÖOne moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? Yo...
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Thereís vomit on his sweater already, momís spaghetti Heís 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 wonít come out Heís chokin how everybodyís jokin now The clockís run out, timeís up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked Heís so mad, but he wonít give up that is he? No He wonít have it , he knows his whole back cityís ropes It donít matter, heís dope He knows that, but heís broke Heís so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, thatís when itís Back to the lab again yo This whole rapsody He better go capture this moment and hope it donít pass him
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 soulís escaping, through this hole that itís 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 superstardomís 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, heís know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows Heís grown farther from home, heís no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water These hoes donít want him no mo, heís 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 itís old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da
No more games, Iíma 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 somebodyís payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I canít get by with my 9 to 5 And I canít provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps donít buy diapers And itís no movie, thereís no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and itís getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama dramaís screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, Iím like a snail Iíve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failureís not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salemís lot So here I go is my shot Feet fail me not, this maybe the only opportunity that I got