BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Lyrical Analysis of...
8 Mile Remix (First Song)
- Verse 1
- Given this life, I'm determined to get it right
- Fantasizin bout white picket fences in Destitute Heights
- Livin like a soldier with no one around to hold ya
- Im sick and tired of livin sober, I'm tryna blow up
- Tryna glow up, tired of boredom, time to roll the weed up
- Another round of re up and vodka in my cup
- Enough is enough, my motivation has come
- I swear to God my time is comin no failure too rough
- Imma tell you a story back to when I was sixteen
- Livin at home with both parents, shit was easy
- On the way to work I asked my dad a question
- Do you think I'll be successful, I know it aint breezy
- He said I lacked the ambition and drive
- Like this motherfucker thinks he knows who I was
- I vowed on that day to prove him wrong
- Didn't know how, unforturnately was stuck in the confound
- Fast forward to the present in the state of Alaska
- Where the sun is always cold and the dark ever grows
- Thousands of miles away from home where I grow old
- I've never been alone like this before, ridin solo
- King of the world until I turned into a bozo
- Afraid to be a washout like Tony Romo
- I'll achieve whatever's meant to be, I swear bro
- Bridge
- The dark is so cold
- Dark Dark Dark Dark Dark Dark Dark Dark
- The dark is so cold
- Verse 2
- Rat attack with a brand new Mac, I launch a blitzkrieg to turn you to mincemeat, send you up shits creek
- With your pussy cleeque, six feet deep, no funeral cuz you're too weak
- Yall a joke cuz you refuse to be woke, driven by nothin but money and coke
- Even the British call you blokes cuz all you wrote were notes and overflows. Woah!
- He really just went there!
- Somebody call the fire department in Bel Aire
- He's the king of Bel Aire now, what's up playa?
- Dissin everybody like Eminem on the beat
- One thing we got in common is we don't accept defeat
- Fill my plate up with meat, my white ass gotta eat
- I prefer the beef over balogna cuz I go HAM like my name is Tony
- Kiss me, blow me, fuck me, choke me, every girls' the same
- Try to blow me off that shit is so fuckin lame
- Calamari and Mary Jane got me feelin some type of way
- I just wanna run away to a place where I can illustrate
- My complex, no red tape, no headache, just pure hate
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