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lirik lagu love me – 8 mile soundtrack

you won’t see me in the hood
it’s ’cause i’m doing this, man

n-gg-s, i’m still grinding here
i’m still hearing those sirens
i’m still getting chased by those lights
only the light’s lime and my mic’s on

and my time is none because i’m writing more
and i ain’t here to meet a soul in this business
i’m here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this
and i can’t let y’all derail me, man

i got young kobe, homie, you gotta let go of obie
’cause obie be back
(ain’t goin’ nowhere man)
we got them cr-ps going on and that yak going on

soon as a n-gg- touch down back from tourin’
it’s whateva, put that on the chedda man
but in the meantime, it’s jimmy iovine time
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out

this is it my n-gg-s, this what we boast about
now i’m here so shut your motherf-ckin’ mouth
and show me love b-tch

i just wanna love ya for the rest of my life
(i don’t love you b-tch)
i wanna hold you in the morning
hold you through the night

i just wanna love ya for the rest of my life
(we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns
we wanna love money)
i wanna hold you in the morning
hold you through the night
(we don’t wanna love b-tches, though)

there’s a certain mystique when i speak
that you notice that’s sorta unique
’cause you know it’s me, my poetry’s deep
and i’m still matic the way i flow to this beat

you can’t sit still, it’s like tryin’ to smoke crack
and go to sleep, i’m strapped
just knowing any minute i could snap
i’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped

i bully these rappers so bad lyrically
it ain’t even funny, i ain’t even hungry
it ain’t even money, you can’t pay me enough
for you to play me, it’s c-ckamamie

you just ain’t zany enough to rock with shady
my noodle is c-ckadoodle, my clocks cuckoo
i got screws loose, yeah, the whole kit ‘n’ kaboodle
i’m just brutal

it’s no rumor, i’m numero uno, -ssume it
there’s no humor in it no more, you know
i’m rollin’ with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a f-g to come and tear a new hole in my -ss
you better love me, b-tch

i just wanna love ya for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morning
hold you through the night
and all the b-tches say

i just wanna love ya for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morning
hold you through the night

my buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
if it ain’t about the flow
it’s about the stones and the chain
if i was you, i’d love me too, i roll like a bus

9-11 porsche same color as cranberry sauce
i ain’t gonna front, i thought r-kelly was tha sh-t
then we find out he f-cking round with bow wow b-tch

n-gg-s eatin’ popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin’ rape
i’m convinced man something really wrong with these hoes
i thought l’il kim was hot then she start f-cking with her nose

used to listen to lauren hill and tap my feet
then the b-tch put out a cd that didn’t have no beats
that boy d’angelo he determined not to fail
that n-gg- went b-tt–ss for his record to sell
my back shot to help ashanti hit them high notes
and big ben taught charlie b’more to deep throat

i just wanna love ya for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morning
(i luv’a burnish the monies the bunnies i just wanna hold you)
hold you through the night

i just wanna love ya for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morning
(i just wanna love you)
hold you through the night

- 8 mile soundtrack

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