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eminem - lucky you (concert version) كلمات أغنية

(refrain: eminem)
i done said a lot of things in my day
this is payback in a way (yeah)
i regret it that i did it
i done won a couple grammys
but i sold my soul to get them (ah)
wasn’t in it for the trophies (nah)
just the f_cking recognition
f_ck’s the difference? i’m that cracker
bend the law, f_ck the rules
man, i used to risk it all
now i got too much to lose
i’ve been eating long enough
man, my stomach should be full
i just ate, l!cked the plate, my buffet
lucky me? f_ck you think, woo!

(verse: eminem)
i got a couple of mansions
still, i don’t have any manners (manors)
you got a couple of ghostwritеrs
but to these kids, it don’t actually matter
thеy’re asking me:
“what the f_ck happened to hip_hop?”
i said i don’t have any answers
because i took an l when i dropped my last album
it hurt me like h_ll, but i’m back on these rappers
(yeah), and actually coming from humble beginnings
i’m somewhat uncomfortable winning
i wish i could say: “what a wonderful feeling!
we’re on the upswing like we’re punching the ceiling”
but nothing is feeling like anyone
has any f_cking ability to even stick to a subject
is k!lling me, the inability to pin humility
ha_ta_ta ba_ta_ta, why don’t we make a bunch
of f_cking songs about nothing and mumble them?
f_ck it, i’m going for the jugular
sh_t is a circus, you clowns that are coming up
don’t give an ounce of a motherf_ck about
the ones that were here before you that made rap (yeah)
let’s recap, way back, mcs that (what?)
wreak havoc on tape decks, woo
adats, where the g raps and kanes at?
we need 3 stacks asap and bring masta ace back
because half of these rappers have brain damage
all the lean rapping, face tats, syruped out like tree sap
i don’t hate trap (nah), and i don’t wanna seem mad
but in fact (yeah), where the old me at?
the same cat, that would take that feedback
and aim back, i need that!
but i think it’s inevitable they know
what b_tton to press or what lever to pull
to get me to snap though (little b_tch)
and if i’m paying attention, i’m probably
making it bigger but you’ve been taking your d_cks
and i’m f_cking back, hoe (get it?)
on the brink, any minute got me thinking of finishing
everything with acetaminophen and reaping the benefits
i’m asleep at the wheel again as
i peak into thinking about an evil intent
of another beat, i’ma k!ll again
because even if i gotta end up eating a pill again
even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
it better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
and i might as well because i’ma end up being a villain again
levels to this sh_t, i got an elevator
you can never say to me i’m not a f_cking record breaker
i sound like a broken record every time i break a record
n0body can ever take away the legacy i made
i never cater, motherf_cker now i got a right
to be this way, i got spite inside my dna (yeah)
but i roll until the wheels fall off, i’m working tirelessly
ayy, it’s the moment y’all been waiting for
like california wishing rain would pour
in that drought, y’all been praying for my downfall (yeah)
from the 8 mile to the southpaw
still the same marshall, that outlaw
that they say as a writer might’ve fell off
but i’m back on that bull like the cowboys
(chorus: eminem and joyner lucas)
so y’all gotta move, yeah, y’all gotta move
yeah, y’all gotta move
give me some room (woo!)
give me some room (hey!), give me the juice
hop out the coupe (joyner!), hop out the coupe (joyner!)
hop out and shoot, y’all gotta move (boom, bap)
y’all gotta move (woo!), give me the juice

- eminem

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