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Eminem - Lucky You Eminem Only Lyrics

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[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 fucking recognition
Fuck's the difference?I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck 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 (Fuck that shit, man)
I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck 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 fuck 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 hell, 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 fucking ability
Da even stick to a subject, it's killing me
The inability da pen humility
Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of
Fucking songs about nothing and mumble 'em?
Fuck it, I'm going for the jugular
Shit is a circus, you clowns that are coming up
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
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 button a press
Or what lever da pull da give me da snap though (Lil' bitch)
And if I pay it attention, I'm prolly making it bigger
But you've been taking ya dicks, and I'm fucking 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 kill 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 shit, I got an elevator
You could never say da me I'm not a fucking record breaker (Yeah)
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
Motherfucker, 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