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      Lose Yourself

      Lose Yourself

      Eminem

      Album: 8 Mile

      Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
      To seize everything you ever wanted one moment
      Would you capture it or just let it slip?
      
      His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
      Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti
      Hes 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 wont come out
      Hes chokin, how everybodys jokin now
      The clocks run out, times up over blaw
      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 back city ropes
      It don't matter, hes dope
      He knows that, but hes broke
      Hes so stacked that he knows
      When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
      Back to the lab again yo
      This whole rap city
      He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
      
      **chorus** :
      
      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 souls escaping, through this hole that its 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 superstardoms 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, hes know as the globetrotter
      Lonely roads, god only knows
      Hes grown farther from home, hes no father
      He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
      But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water his hoes don't want him no
      Mo, hes 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 old potna, but the beat goes on
      Da da dum da dum da da
      
      **chorus**
      
      No more games, I ma change what you call rage
      Tear this mothaf***** 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 step right in the next cypher
      Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper
      All the pain inside amplified by the fact
      That I cant get by with my 9 to 5
      And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
      Cuz man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
      And its no movie, theres no mekhi phifer, this is my life
      And these times are so hard and its getting even harder
      Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
      Titta tatta caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
      Baby mama dramas screamin on and
      Too much for me to wanna
      Stay in one spot, another damn or not
      Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
      Ive got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
      Success is my only mothaf*****option, failures not
      Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
      I cannot grow old in salems lot
      So here I go is my shot.
      Feet fail me not this maybe the only opportunity that I got
      
      **chorus**
      
      You can do anything you set your mind to, manner

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