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  • Eminem 8 mile 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
    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
    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
    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
    Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
    Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
    I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird
    Then i turn and cross over the median curb
    Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 mile road.

    Eminem Criminal A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questionsA lot of people think
    that.. what I say on recordsor what I talk about on a record,
    that I actually do in real lifeor that I believe in itOr if I say that,
    I wanna kill somebody, that.. I'm actually gonna do itor
    that I believe in itWell, shit.. if you believe thatthen I'll kill youYou
    know why?Cuz I'm aCRIMINALCRIMINALYou god damn
    rightI'm a CRIMINALYeah, I'm a CRIMINAL[Eminem]My words are like a dagger with a jagged edgeThat'll stab you in the headwhether you're a fag or lezOr the
    homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vestPants or dress - hate fags?
    The answer's "yes"Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobicStarin at my jeans,
    watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!)
    That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of emThey belong in my scrotum,
    you'll never get hold of emHey, it's me, VersaceWhoops, somebody shot me!
    And I was just checkin the mailGet it? Checkin the 'male'?
    How many records you expectin to sellafter your second LP sends you directly to jail?
    C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay menRight, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!)
    Please Lord, this boy needs JesusHeal this child, help us destroy these demonsOh,
    and please send me a brand new carand a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospitalPreacher preacher,
    fifth grade teacherYou can't reach me,
    my mom can't neitherYou can't teach me a goddamn thing causeI watch TV,
    and Comcast cable and you ain't able to stop these thoughts
    You can't stop me from toppin these charts
    And you can't stop me from droppin each Marchwith a brand new cd for these fuckin retardsDuhhh,
    and to think, it's just little ol' meMr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave[Chorus]
    Eminem (repeat 2X)I'm a CRIMINALCuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think
    it's a crimeto tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINALbut I don't gotta say
    a word, I just flip emthe birdand keep goin, I don't take shit from no one[Eminem]My mother did drugs -
    tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speedThe baby came out - disfigured,
    ligaments indeedIt was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as sheDon't dare
    make fun of that baby cause that baby was meI'm a CRIMINAL -
    an animal caged who turned crazedBut how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
    So as I got older and I got a lot tallerMy dick shrunk smaller,
    but my balls got largerI drink malt liquor to fuck you up quickerthan you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word
    ...My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral Sex
    in his Oval Office on top of his deskOff of his own employee
    Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid meYou can't miss me,
    I'm white, blonde-haired and my nose is pointyI'm the bad guy who
    makes fun of people that die in plane crashes and laughsAs long as it ain't happened to himSlim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em-inem and Kim combined - *kch* the maniac's inReplacin the doctor
    cause Dre couldn't make it todayHe's a little under the weather,
    so I'm takin his place(Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an
    AK to his faceDon't make me kill him too and spray his brains
    all over the placeI told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away

    Eminem Lose Yourself 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'ss 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 clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
    snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
    oh, there goes rabbit, he choked
    hes so mad, but he wont give up that
    is he? no
    he wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes
    it dont matter, hes dope
    he knows that, but hes broke
    hes so stacked that he knows
    when he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
    back to the lab again yo
    this whole rap shit
    he better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him
    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 souls escaping, through this hole that its 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 superstardoms 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, hes know as the globetrotter
    lonely roads, god only knows
    hes grown farther from home, hes no father
    he goes home and barely knows his own daughter
    but hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
    His bosses dont want him no mo, hes 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 its old potna, but the beat goes on
    da da dum da dum da da
    No more games, ima 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 somebodys payin the pied piper
    all the pain inside amplified by the fact
    that i cant get by with my 9 to 5
    and i cant provide the right type of life for my family
    cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers
    and its no movie, theres 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 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, failures not
    mom, i love you, but this trail has got to go
    i cannot grow old in salems lot
    so here i go is my shot.
    feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that i got
    You can do anything you set your mind to, man

    Eminem Beautiful I'm just so fucking depressed
    i just cant seem to get out this slump
    if i could just get over this hump but
    i need something to pull me out this dump
    i took my bruises took my lumps fell down and i got right back up
    but i need that spark to get psyched
    back up and in order for me to pick the mic back up
    i dont know how or why or when I ended up this position im in
    I'm started to feel dissin again so i decided just to pick this pen
    up and try to make an attempt to vent but i just cant admit
    or come to grips the fact that i may be done
    with rap I need a new outlet
    and i know some shits so hard to swallow but
    i cant just sit back and wallow
    in my own sorrow but i know one fact ill
    be one tough act to follow
    one tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow
    here today gone tomorrow
    but you'd have to walk a thousand miles

    in my shoes, just to see
    what its like, to be me
    ill be you, lets trade shoes
    just to see what id be like
    to feel your pain, you feel mine
    go inside eachothers minds
    just to see what we'd find
    look at shit through eachothers eyes
    it dont matter saying you aint beautiful
    they can all get fucked just stay true to you
    dont matter saying you aint beautiful
    they can all get fucked just stay true to you

    I think im starting to lose my sense
    of humor everythings so tense and gloom
    i almost fee like i gotta check the temperature of the room
    just as soon as i walk in I'ts like all eyes on me
    i try to avoid any contact
    cuz if i do that then it opens the door for conversation
    like i want that
    im not looking for extra attention i just want
    to be just like you
    blend in with the rest of the room maybe just
    point me to the closest restroom
    i dont need no fucking man servant tryin ta follow
    me around and try to wipe my ass
    laugh at every single joke i crack and half of
    them aint even funny like hahhhhh
    "marshall your so funny man you should be a comedian god damn"
    unfortunately i am i just hide behind the tears of a clown
    so why dont you all sit downn
    listen to the tale that im about to tell
    hell we dont gotta trade our shoes
    and you dont gotta walk no thousand miles

    in my shoes, just to see
    what its like, to be me
    ill be you, lets trade shoes
    just to see what id be like
    to feel your pain, you feel mine
    go inside eachothers minds
    just to see what we'd find
    look at shit through eachothers eyes
    it dont matter saying you aint beautiful
    they can all get fucked just stay true to you
    dont matter saying you aint beautiful
    they can all get fucked just stay true to youuuuu

    nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we're dealt
    we gotta take these cards ourselves and flip em dont expect no help
    now i could have either just stayed at home sit on my ass and pissed and moaned
    or take this situation with which im placed
    in and get up and kick my own
    i was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
    and sat on the porch and hope and prayed for a
    dad to show up who never did
    i just wanted to fit in in every single place every school i went
    i dreamed of being that cool kid even if it meant acting stupid
    and edna always told me keep making that face
    and it'll get stuck like that
    meanwhile im just standing there holding
    my tongue trynwa twalk like dwis
    then i stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
    i learned my lesson then cuz
    i wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
    but i already told you my whole life story not
    just based on my description
    cuz where you see it from where your sittin
    its probably 110% different
    i guess we would have to walk a mile in eachother
    shoes at least
    what size you wear? i wear tens lets see if you can fit your feet

    in my shoes, just to see
    what its like, to be me
    ill be you, lets trade shoes
    just to see what itd be like
    to feel your pain, you feel mine
    go inside eachothers minds
    just to see what we'd find
    look at shit through eachothers eyes
    it dont matter saying you aint beautiful
    they can all get fucked just stay true to you
    dont matter saying you aint beautiful
    they can all get fucked just stay true to you
    it dont matter saying you aint beautiful
    they can all get fucked just stay true to you
    so em:
    to my babies
    stay strong
    daddy will be home soon
    and to the rest of the world
    god gave you shoes to fit you
    so put em on and wear them
    be yourself man
    be proud of who you are
    and even if it sounds corny
    dont ever let anyone tell you you ain't beautiful

    Eminem Hip-Hop Songs for the bump, songs for the street
    Niggas know the kinda tone when I'm on the beat
    'cause if the rumbababum all in ya Jeep
    These people know what I do with the empty seat

    Hip Hop hip that's the way of life
    Ya think ya nice? Then go grab the mic
    Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one
    Grabbed a pen and pad and startin' to jot somethin'
    Always told myself, that I would never be losin'
    Man I ain't had no hood, my mother was always movin' (damn!)
    From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit
    Goddamn mama, what's the point?
    So I would go in my room, and pack my little bags
    Jump in the truck, with my step dad
    When I was 10 years old, I started to feel the hunger
    Got a little older metaphors got stronger
    And me my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye
    So we picked up and started a group with some other guys
    This is Hip Hop, Hip man I won't stop
    Yo Big Boi (what up?), gimme a beat box

    Hip Hop Hip Hop
    Hip Hop
    Hip Hop
    Hip Hop


    From the Hip Hop Shop to Maurice Malone
    10 years later, I'm still in the zone
    7 Mile off Runyon where a star was born
    United we stand, divided we swore
    And hell yeah, I lived in my car
    Bitch I was homeless I would have slept in a jar
    And Dirty Management, I wish y'all the best
    But me and my niggas we had to do what's best
    To lose the mess
    All the taxes and accounts
    Checks started to bounce we couldn't buy a ounce
    And now that we platinum, they diss our name
    Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs
    And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice
    To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce
    To the Ja Rules, Benzinos and the niggas in the club
    To the E-Dubs and niggas that you ain't heard of
    And man, I don't know how to use a gun
    But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come

    Hip Hop Hip Hop
    Hip Hop
    Hip Hop
    Hip Hop


    Man I thought this was supposed to be hip hop hip hop
    I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops flip flops
    Or cross over to country like Kid Rock did, I
    can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar riff
    That Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger
    When I was younger I was so eager to have a gun
    I would do the same, I couldn't wait to get to the shooting range
    Me and my man goofy Gary would just try to let off some steaaaammmmm
    Motherfuckers laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim
    So I pulled the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thang
    I used to have this theory, keep 3 bullets in the gun
    It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
    For each bullet if you got no CCW license
    I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months
    What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come
    Hide that son of a bitch in the glove box or inside the trunk
    Now, back to what my 3 bullet theory was
    I'm triple platinum I ain't tryna catch no murder one
    Figured I'd shoot to wound probably miss with at least one
    But them other two gon' fuck his shoulder and his knee cap up
    Them I'ma say self defense how come I had the gun
    Was because I was at the range on the way back from
    This dude approached me on some bullshit
    I get a year from each bullet at the most as opposed to havin' a full clip in that
    That was my idiotic logic it was basically for safety
    But it gave me power and it made me crazy
    And psychotic I just got retarded, once I got up and gotta
    It was empty the night I got caught with it
    What the fuck man I thought this was supposed to be...

    Hip Hop Hip Hop
    Hip Hop
    Hip Hop
    Hip Hop


    Eminem Here We Go Girl I think you just might of tried to pull a
    motherfuckin' fast one; I'm mad
    You just hurt my goddamn feeling and that was the last
    one I had
    Does this look like an arcade, tryna play games, see
    this saw blade
    See this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway, better
    Or get suateed and rotisseried while you're hog-tied
    MC's get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle
    when I walk by
    Call stuntin' on that ass like a fuckin' fall guy
    I don't gas my Mercedes at the mid man, I treat it like
    Cuz it will turn into a gremlin, and run over kids, women
    and men
    Vrnn Vrnn, motor so big you can fit a midget in his engine
    Bitch gimme them digits while you cringin'
    Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin will I spend spend
    Even ten cents on you since when
    Did you think it'll cost me a pretty penny
    Shiit, if I think a penny's pretty, just imagine how
    beautiful a quarter is to me
    Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an eskimo by his toe
    While he's tryna roll a snowball
    But, don't make him lose his cool, if he hollers better
    let him go y'all!

    Do you love me?
    Now here we go, go go!

    [Verse 2]
    Get up baby, get a move on, like a U-Haul
    You can rack your brain like pool balls
    Who woulda ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called?
    Well here I come, have a (??) on a beat I reek it
    Evil, I see, hear, and speak it
    Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
    Put your eggs in the same basket
    You can count every motherfuckin' chicken before it hatches
    Cuz you can bet your ass that, we gon' get it crackin'
    Like the Kraken in Titans when they clashin'
    Get your brains bashed in so bad you're gon' have Kurt
    Kobain askin'
    To autograph a bloodstained napkin
    Unfashionable and 'bout as rational as a rash on a fag's
    Now let's take that line run it up the flagpole
    With Elton, see if he's cool with it (kh)
    Don't stand there and look stupid at me
    Bitch I ain't in the mood for this shit
    Get my dick Google it, til it pops up
    Y'all just so motherfuckin' full of shit that you stopped up
    Me I'm always shittin' diarrhea outta mouth
    Til your speakers crap out, pfft, huh what?
    Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette
    (J-Jrrga what) But you won't get a hot fudge sundae
    From me so don't strut my way, slut because...

    Do You love me
    Now here we go, go go!

    [Verse 3]
    And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels
    in an uproar
    Imma show you why I came so you stop asking me what the
    fuck for
    Now look you little slut, cunt whore, I know you want more
    Bitch it's time to put the fuckin' math back into Mathers
    cuz I'm a fuckin' [problem], run boy
    Every flow got it mastered, so every last word that you
    fuckin' fags heard
    Straight from the bitches ass, yeah in other words I'm a
    Lookin' at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank, yeah
    still plenty
    No morals are instilled in me so remorse, I really don't
    feel any
    Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable
    Why you're jealous, fuckin' animal, I got cannibal
    now can you hoe
    "Shady I don't understand your flow", understand my flow
    Bitch I flow like Troy (??) hair boy
    Don't you dare try to follow or compare boy
    I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the fuck outta
    my hair boy
    You can look, you can stare and point, but you can't touch,
    don't you [(??)]
    I don't get it man is there a void, all this weak shit,
    what am I steroids?
    Well bitch I'm back, with some shit for that ass
    And your trunk, elephant, [hemorrhoids]
    And remember boys...

    Do you love me?
    Now here we go, go go!

    Thank you for coming out!
    Hope you enjoyed the show!
    Until next time... haha

    Eminem Not Afraid I'm not afraid to take a stand
    Everybody come take my hand
    We'll walk this road together, through the storm
    Whatever weather, cold or warm
    Just let you know that, you're not alone
    Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road

    Yeah, It's been a ride
    I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one
    Now some of you might still be in that place
    If you're trying to get out, just follow me
    I'll get you there

    You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
    But you won't take this thing out these words before I say 'em
    Cause ain't no way I'm let you stop me from causing mayhem
    When I say 'em or do something I do it, I don't give a damn
    What you think, I'm doing this for me, so fuck the world
    Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if a thing's stopping me
    I'mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
    And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony
    No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he
    From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's still shit and
    Whether he's on salary, paid hourly
    Until he bows out or he shit's his bowels out of him
    Whichever comes first, for better or worse
    He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
    His gift is a curse, forget the earth he's got the urge
    To pull his dick from the dirt and fuck the universe

    I'm not afraid to take a stand
    Everybody come take my hand
    We'll walk this road together, through the storm
    Whatever weather, cold or warm
    Just let you know that, you're not alone
    Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road

    Ok quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
    I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
    You said you was king, you lied through your teeth
    For that fuck your feelings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped
    And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back
    I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
    Let's be honest, that last Relapse CD was "ehhhh"
    Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground

    Relax, I ain't going back to that now
    All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack BLAOW
    Cause I ain't playin' around
    There's a game called circle and I don't know how
    I'm way too up to back down
    But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out
    Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't
    This fucking black cloud's still follow's me around
    But it's time to exercise these demons
    These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!

    I'm not afraid to take a stand
    Everybody come take my hand
    We'll walk this road together, through the storm
    Whatever weather, cold or warm
    Just let you know that, you're not alone
    Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road

    And I just can't keep living this way
    So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage
    I'm standing up, Imma face my demons
    I'm manning up, Imma hold my ground
    I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
    Time to put my life back together right now

    It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
    Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
    So I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
    And don't even realize what you did, believe me you
    I been through the ringer, but they can do little to the middle finger
    I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
    My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers, and drop dead
    No more beef fingers, no more drama from now on, I promise
    To focus soley on handling my responsibility's as a father
    So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it
    You couldn't lift a single shingle lonely
    Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
    Put a ??? and lift the whole liquor counter up
    Cause I'm raising the bar, I shoot for the moon
    But I'm too busy gazing at stars, I feel amazing and

    I'm not afraid to take a stand
    Everybody come take my hand
    We'll walk this road together, through the storm
    Whatever weather, cold or warm
    Just let you know that, you're not alone
    Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road

    Bueno, ire poniendo mas...


    Fuente: Musica.com

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