8mile

(It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway.) 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 dealing 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 breaklights In case of the stage fright Draw on the blank light (Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My insides crawl) And I clam up (SMASH!) I just slam shut I just can't do it My whole manhood's just been stripped I've just been ripped So I must been dipped Or the bustin split Man fuck this shit yo I'm goin the fuck home Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.