Eminem – Lucky You (Guitar)

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Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it

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I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it

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All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it

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I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it)

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Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules

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I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose

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Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food

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Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you

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Fuck you too, woo!

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Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move

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Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice

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Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot

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Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

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Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall

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Turn my back on you, all of you finished

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Back to these bullets, it's back to the job

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Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'

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Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'

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These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

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Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'

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You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'

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I'm actually buzzin' this time

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Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine

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I do not fuck with you guys

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If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time

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I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers

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Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives

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Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree

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My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (Ayy)

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I run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)

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They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)

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I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)

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Bitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" (Rah)

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You play your cards, I reverse on you all

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Callate boca mejor, maricon, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)

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They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old

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Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now

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Shit get relevant 'til the beef die down

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In truth a nigga just really want me tied down

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I've been alone and I never needed nobody

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Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down

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Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle

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I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now

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I said ain't no love for the other side

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Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)

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When I die I'm goin' out as a underdog who never lost hope (Yeah)

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You in the wrong cab down the wrong path

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Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast

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I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!)

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I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it

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This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it

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I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em

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Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition

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I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules

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Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose

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I've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full

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I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me

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Fuck you think? (Woo!)

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I got a couple of mansions

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Still I don't have any manners

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You got a couple of ghost writers

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But to these kids it don't actually matter

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They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"

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I said, "I don't have any answers."

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'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album

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It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers

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And actually comin' from humble beginnings

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I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning

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I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!"

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"We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!"

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But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability

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The inability to pen humility

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Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of

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Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?

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Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular

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Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up

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Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck

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About the ones that were here before you that made rap

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Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks

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ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?

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We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back

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'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage

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All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap

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I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad

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But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat

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That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that

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But I think it's inevitable

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They know what button to press or what lever to pull

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To get me to snap though (Lil' bitch)

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And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger

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But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?)

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On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'

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Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits

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I'm asleep at the wheel again

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As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent

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Of another beat I'ma kill again

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'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again

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Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin

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It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram

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And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again

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Levels to this shit, I got an elevator

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You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker

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I sound like a broken record every time I break a record

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Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater

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Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way

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I got spite inside my DNA

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But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off,

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I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy

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It's the moment y'all been waitin' for

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Like California wishin' rain to pour

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In that drought, y'all been prayin' for

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My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw

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Still the same Marshall, that outlaw

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That they say as a writer might've fell off

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I'm back on that bull like the cowboy

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So y'all gotta move (Yeah),

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y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move

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Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice

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Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot

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Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice