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