Got to make it Yeah, I made it I`m addicted Yeah, I`m feigning (I suppose that`s what she says?)
This is a measure with no quarrel at first It`s a blank painting Exercising the brain is brain strength training Starts off with somethin`, like Shady`s an insane mani- -ac, Yeah, Slim Shady, that`s a silly name, ain`t it? Now all you need`s an icon to go with the name, baby Wife beaters and white t-shirts, Hanes mainly It`s a long shot, but is it possible there`s a lane, maybe? If not, he`s gonna have to get and modify the whole game, ain`t he? He wants the fame so bad he can try it He could see his list up in lights Women screaming his fuckin` name, fainting Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium Joe Schmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady and his baby Hailie out the trailer But he ain`t trailing anymore, he`s ahead of the race While maintaining his innocence Little does he know, his aim is derailing And he`s about to be sacked by this game anallycourtesy of OriginaLyric.Info What would you do for it? What would you apply for it? For that C.O.C.A.I.N.E. `Cause once you get in, you wanna leave
Got to make it Yeah, I made it I`m addicted Yeah, I`m feigning
You`re operating on all cylinders Syllables spit like Dillinger`s spilling ya guts People are feeling ya mic skills, but these haters are ice grillin` ya Willing to give anything for the life that they might buy from ya Fake friends`ll kill for ya, die for ya But you can`t decipher "why?" for the spirit of ya It wasn`t like this when you were Cypherin` Argue wit` your wife again She found Vicodin in your pants last night again Your dispute`s public, nothing is private anymore Oh, and your best friend? Say bye-bye to him What kinda apple you have a bite`a, Slim? (This is what you wanted Marshall, ain`t it?) Fuck, no! The way that it turned out was nothin` like the image that I painted in my head Sometimes a dream to do it, it`s more fun than it is to really build it The game stripped me naked It robbed me always having another real relation- -ship, with another girl This man is a fuckin` trip `Cause I err in another world, proceed, take another hit Sniff `til I fuckin` hurl, tell `em all to fuckin` sit And spin `til they fuckin` twirl, middle finger up again Relapsing back in this game Oh well, fuck it, then
Original Lyrics Eminem Feat Jazmine Sullivan - Cocaine
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