Eminem – 8 Mile (Guitar)

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Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still might

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Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write

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Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life

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Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics

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And show these people what my level of skill's like

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But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life

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Something ain't right, hit the brake lights

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Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like

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Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault

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Breaking eye balls, my insides crawl

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and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut

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I just can't do it, my whole manhood's

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just been stripped, I have just been vicked

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So I must then get off the bus then split

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Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home

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World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

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I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan

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Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land

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Time to really just take matters into my own hands

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Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back

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(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going

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Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone

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ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own

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Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

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I'm walking these train tracks, trying to regain back

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the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap

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To the same plant, and the same pants

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Trying to chase rap, gotta move ASAP

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And get a new plan, momma's got a new man

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Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

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Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad

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And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

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While she colors her big brother and mother and dad

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Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head

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Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had

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But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad!

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Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet

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It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet

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Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep

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The pressure's too much man, I'm just trying to do what's best

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And I try, sit alone and I cry

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Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by

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That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm begging you God

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Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job

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Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are

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Yo I'm telling you dawg I'm balling this trailer tomorrow

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Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye

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Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far

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But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know

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And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow

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On everything I own, I'll make it on my own

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Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

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I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan

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Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land

        Fm                         Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands

C                                   Bm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back

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(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going

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Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone

           Fm                       Am
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own

C                            Bm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

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You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it

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Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest

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To be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits

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It's different, it's a certain significance,

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A certificate of authenticity, you'd never even see

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But it's everything to me, it's my credibility

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You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC

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who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me

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But yet I'm still unsigned, having a rough time

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Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

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Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline

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But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go

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Who must I show, to bust my flow

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Where must I go, who must I know

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Or am I just another crab in the bucket

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Cause I ain't having no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it

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Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit

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I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with

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I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

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At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit

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And it's cold, trying to travel this road

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Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battling mode

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My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want

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Is pity from no one, the city is no fun

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There is no sun, and it's so dark

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Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart

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Im torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends

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It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin

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Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not

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What I'm doing I just blow, my head is a stove top

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I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

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Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got

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But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn

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Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned

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Ain't no calling her next time I need a new girl

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I can no longer play stupid or be immature

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I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage

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Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words

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Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge

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Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred

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Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third

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I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird

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Then I turn and cross over the median curve

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Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road

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I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan

Am
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land

        Fm                         Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands

C                                   Bm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back

Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going

Am
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone

           Fm                       Am
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own

C                            Bm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road