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lucky you (eminem only) - eminem lyrics

1:50 to 3:56

[refrain]
i done said a lotta things in my day, i admit it
this is payback in a way (yeah)
i regret it that i did it
i done won a couple grammys, but i sold my soul da get ’em (ah)
wasn’t in it for the trophies (nah), just the f*cking recognition
f*ck’s the difference? i’m that cracker, bend the law, f*ck the rules
man, i used to risk it all, now i got too much da lose
i’ve been eating long enough, man, my stomach should be full (f*ck that sh*t, man)
i just ate, l!cked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, f*ck you think? (whoo)

[verse]
i got a couple of mansions
still, i don’t have any manners
you got a couple of ghostwriters
but to these kids, it don’t actually matter
they’rе asking me, “what the f*ck happenеd a hip*hop?”
i said, “i don’t have any answers”
’cause i took an l when i dropped my last album
it hurt me like h*ll, but i’m back on these rappers (yeah)
and actually coming from humble beginnings
i’m somewhat uncomfortable winning
i wish i could say, “what a wonderful feeling
we’re on the upswing like we’re punching the ceiling”
but nothing is feeling like anyone has any f*cking ability
da even stick to a subject, it’s k!lling me
the inability da pen humility
ha*ta*ta, ba*ta*ta, why don’t we make a bunch of
f*cking songs about nothing and mumble ’em?
f*ck it, i’m going for the jugular
sh*t is a circus, you clowns that are coming up
don’t give an ounce of a motherf*ck
about the ones that were here before you that made rap (yeah)
let’s recap, way back, mcs that—(what?)
wreak havoc on tape decks (whoo)
adat’s, where the g raps and kanes at?
we need 3 stacks asap, and bring masta ace back
’cause half of these rappers have brain damage
all the lean rapping, face tats, syruped out like tree sap
i don’t hate trap (nah)
and i don’t wanna seem mad
but in fact (yeah)
where the old me at? the same cat
that would take that feedback and aim back, i need that
but i think it’s inevitable they know what b*tton a press
or what lever da pull da give me da snap though (lil’ b*tch)
and if i pay it attention, i’m prolly making it bigger
but you’ve been taking ya d*cks, and i’m f*cking back, hoe (get it?)
on the brink, any minute got me thinking of finishing
everything with acetaminophen and reaping the benefits
i’m asleep at the wheel again, as i begin a thinking about an evil intent of another beat i’ma k!ll again
’cause even if i gotta end up eating a pill again
even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
it better be at least seventy or three*hunnid milligram
and i might as well ’cause i’ma end up being a villain again
levels to this sh*t, i got an elevator
you could never say da me i’m not a f*cking record breaker (yeah)
i sound like a broken record every time i break a record
n0body could ever take away the legacy i made, i never cater
motherf*cker, now i got a right to be this way
i got spite inside my dna (yeah)
but i roll ’til the wheels fall off, i’m working tirelessly, ayy
it’s the moment ch’all been waiting for like california
wishing rain a pour in that drought, ch’all
been praying for my downfall (yeah)
from the 8 mile to the southpaw
still the same marshall, that outlaw
that they say as a writer might’ve fell off
i’m back on that bull like the cowboys
so
[chorus]
y’all gotta move, yeah, y’all gotta move, yeah

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