Lose Yourself Lyric 8 Mile 8 MILE SOUNDTRACK

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
There's vomit on his sweater already,
mom's spaghetti
He's 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 won't come out
He's
chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over,
blouww!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit,
he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No
He won't
have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's
dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When
he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again
yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't
pass him

[Hook:]
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 soul's escaping, through this hole that it's 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 superstardom's 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, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God
only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and
barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

His hoes don't want him no mo, he's 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 it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da
dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I'ma change what you call
rage
Tear this mothafuckin 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 stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe
somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact

That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of
life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers

And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these
times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my
seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby
mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot,
another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got
to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only
mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to
go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet
fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I
got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to,
man


 

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