Written by Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto
Intro: Am~~~ Fm Am C Bm (2x)
{Eminem}
Am
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Fm Am
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
C Bm
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
Am
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Fm Am
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
C Bm
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Am
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
Fm Am
and I clam up {*wham*} I just slam shut
C Bm
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Am
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then slip
Fm Am
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
C Bm
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
{Chorus}
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Fm Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C Bm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
Fm Am
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
C Bm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
{Eminem}
Am
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
Fm Am C
To the same plant, and the same pants
Bm
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Am
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Fm Am
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
C Bm
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
Am
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Fm Am
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
C Bm
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Am
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Fm Am
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
C Bm
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
Am
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
Fm Am
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
C Bm
Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job
Am
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Fm Am
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
C Bm
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
Am
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
Fm Am
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
C Bm
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
{Chorus}
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Fm Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C Bm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
Fm Am
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
C Bm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
{Eminem}
Am
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
Fm Am
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
C Bm
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
Am
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
Fm Am
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
C Bm
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
Am
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Fm Am
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
C Bm
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Am
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Fm
Where must I go, who must I know
Am
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
C Bm
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Am
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
Fm Am
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
C Bm
if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
Am
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
Fm Am
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
C Bm
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
Am
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
Fm Am
I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
C Bm
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Am
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
Fm Am
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
C Bm
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
Am
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Fm Am
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl
C Bm
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
Am
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Fm Am
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
C Bm
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Am
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Fm Am
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
C Bm
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
{Chorus}
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Fm Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C Bm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
Fm Am
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
C Bm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
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