Eminem - 8 Mile Lyrics (2024)

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Sometimes I just feel likeQuitting I still mightWhy do I put up this fight?Why do I still write?Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real lifeSometimes I want to jump on stage and just kill micsAnd show these people what my level of skill's likeBut I'm still whiteSometimes I just hate lifeSomething ain't rightHit the brake lightsCase of the stage frightDrawing a blank likeDah, dah, dah. dahIt ain't my faultGreat then I fallMy insides crawlAnd I clam upI just slam shutI just can't do itMy whole manhood's just been strippedI have just been rippedSo I must then getOff the bus then splitMan f*ck this sh*tYo, I'm going the f*ck homeWorld on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile RoadI'm a manI'm a make a new planTime for me to just stand up and travel new landTime for me to just take matters into my own handsOnce I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look backAnd I'm goneI know right where I'm goingSorry, momma, I'm grownI must travel aloneAin't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my ownOnly way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile RoadWalking these train tracksTryin' to regain backThe spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crapTo the same plantAnd the same pantsTryin' to chase rapGotta move ASAPGet a new planMomma's got a new manPoor little baby sister, she don't understandSits in front of the TV buries her nose in her padAnd just colors until the crayon gets dull in her handWhile she colors her big brother, her mother and dadAin't no telling what really goes on in her little headWish I could be the daddy that neither one of us hadBut I keep running from something I never wanted so badSometimes I get upset 'cause I ain't blew up yetIt's like a grew up but I ain't grow me two nuts yetDon't got a rep, my stepDon't got enough pepThe pressure's too much, man I'm just tryin' to do what's bestAnd I trySit alone and I cryYo I won't tell no lieNot a moment goes byThat I don't pray to the skyPlease, I'm beggin' you GodPlease don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular jobYo I hope you can hear me homie wherever you areYo, I'm telling you dog I'm bailing this trailer tomorrowTell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbyeSay whenever you need me, baby, I'm never too farBut yo I gotta get out there the only way I knowAnd I'ma be back for you the second that I blowOn everything I ownI'll make it on my ownOff to work I goBack to this 8 Mile RoadI'm a manGotta make a new planTime for me to just stand up and travel new landTime for me to just take matters into my own handsOnce I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look backAnd I'm goneI know right where I'm goingSorry, momma, I'm grownI must travel aloneAin't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my ownOnly way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile RoadYou gotta live it to feel itYou didn't, you wouldn't get itOr see what the big deal isWhy it was and it still isTo be walking this borderline of Detroit's city limitsIt's different and it's a certain significanceA certificate of authenticityYou'd never even seeBut it's everything to meIt's my credibilityYou'd never seen, heard, smelled or met a real mcWho's incredible or on the same pedestal as meBut yet still unsignedHaving a rough timeSit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymesGo to work and serve MC's in the lunch lineWhen it comes crunch timeWhere did my punch lines go?Who must I show?To bust my flowWhere must I go?Who must I know?Or am I just another crab in the bucketCause I ain't having to run with this little rabbits but f*ck itMaybe I need a new outletI'm starting to doubt sh*tI'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out withI live like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about sh*tAt the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfitAnd it's coldTrying to travel this roadPlus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battling modeMy defenses are so upThe one thing I don't wantIs pity from no oneThis city is no funThere is no sunAnd it's so darkSometimes I just feel like I'm being pulled apartFrom each one of my limbsBy each one of my friendsIt's enough to just make me want to jump out of my skinSometimes I feel like a robotSometimes I just know notWhat I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove topI just explode, the kettle gets so hotSometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't gotBut I've learnedIt's time for me to u-turnYo it only takes one time for me to get burnedAin't no fallin' on next time I'll meet a new girlI can not only play stupid or be immatureI got every ingredient all I need is the courageLike I already got the beat all I need is the wordsGot the urgeSuddenly it's a surgeSuddenly a new burst of energy has occurredTime to show these free world leaders the three and a thirdI am no longer scared now, I'm free as a birdThen I turn and cross over the median curbHit the burbs and all you see is a blurI'm Eight Mile RoadI'm a manGotta make a new planTime for me to just stand up and travel new landTime for me to just take matters into my own handsOnce I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look backAnd I'm goneI know right where I'm goingSorry, momma, I'm grownI must travel aloneAin't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my ownOnly way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

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Written by: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers

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