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Versiõn 2 de
Letras de Canciones de
Eminem
8 Mile Road

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Versiõn 1 de
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Eminem
8 Mile Road

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La versión 1 de la letra

[Eminem]

It's ok, it's ok, let the world get back this day

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might

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

Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life

Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics

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

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

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like

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

Great then I falls, my insides crawl

and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut

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

just been stripped, I have just been vicked

So I must then get, off the bus then slip

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

Time to really just take matters into my own hands

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

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

Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone

And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own

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

[Eminem]

I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back

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

To the same plant, and the same pants

Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP

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

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

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

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

While she colors her big brother and mother and dad

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

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

But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!

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

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

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

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

And I try, sit alone and I cry

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

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

Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job

Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are

Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow

Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

[Eminem]

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

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

To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits

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

of authenticity, you'd never even see

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

You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC

who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me

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

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

Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline

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

Who must I show, to bust my flow

Where must I go, who must I know

Or am I just another crab in the bucket

Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it

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

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

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

if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit

And it's cold, tryin to travel this road

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

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

is pity from no one, the city is no fun

There is no sun, and it's so dark

Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart

I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends

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

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

what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got

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

Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned

Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl

I can no longer play stupid or be immature

I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage

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

Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge

100

Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured

100

101

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

101

102

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

102

103

Then I turn and cross over the median curb

103

104

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

104

[Chorus]

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin,

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

Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life,

Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic's,

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

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

Something ain't right, hit the brake lights,

Case of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight

Call but I might fall,

It aint my fault breaking my balls'

My insides crawl and I clam up,

I just slam shut, I just can't do it,

My whole man-hoods, just been stripped,

I've just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split,

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

World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road

[Refrain:]

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

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

Time to leave and just take matters into my own hands,

Once i'm over these track man i'm a never look back,

And i'm gone and I know right where i'm goin,

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

Ain't no followin footsteps, i'm making my own,

Only way that I know how to escape from, this 8 mile road

Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,

The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap,

To the same plant, in the same pants,

Trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,

Gotta get a new plan, momma's gotta new man,

Poor little baby sister, she dont understand,

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

And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand,

While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad

There's no telling what really goes on in her little head,

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

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

Sometimes I get upset, cause I aint blew up yet,

Its like I grew up but I aint grown up to nuts yet,

Don't got a rep, my step, dont got enough pep,

The pressures too much man i'm just trying to do what's best,

And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why,

Not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky,

Please i'm begging you god,

Please dont let me be fishin holding no regular job,

Yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are,

Yo i'm telling you dog, i'm bailing this trailer tomorrow,

Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye,

Say whenever you need me baby, i'm never to far,

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

And i'm a be back for you the second that I blow,

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

Off to work I go, back to this 8 mile road

[au Refrain]

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

Well see what the big deal is, why wasn't and still is,

To be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits,

Its different in it, a certain significant of certificate

Of authenticity, you'd never even see but its everything to me,

Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta MC,

Who's incredable on the same pedestal as me,

The chaque still unsigned, having a rough time,

Sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,

Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line,

But when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go,

Who must I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,

Or am I just another grabbing the bucket

Cause I aint having no luck with this little rappers so fuck it

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

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

I look like a bum, yo my clothes aint about shit,

At the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit,

And its cold trying to travel this road,

Plus I feel like i'm always stuck in this batteling mode,

My defenses are so up one thing dont want it pity from no one,

This city is no fun, there is no sun and its so dark,

Sometimes I just feel like, i'm being pulled a-part,

From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends,

Its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin,

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

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

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot,

Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I dont got,

But I learned its time for me to U-Turn,

Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned,

Aint no callin her next time I need a new girl,

I can no longer play stupid or be immature,

I got every ingredient all I need is the courage,

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

Uh uh got the urge, suddenly its a surge,

Suddenly a new burst of energy hits the curve,

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

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

Then I turn and cross over the medium curve,

Hit the burbs and run and see its a blur, this 8 mile road

100

101

[au Refrain]

101

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