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