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letra de 8 mile remix - rabbit

[rabbit]
[verse 1]

sometimes i just feel drew, quittin’ i want to
why do i put up this fight, why do i still do
what i was born to, run, p-ss score 2
sometimes i want to, turn my sk!lls to the mic
and show these p-ssants how to spit right
but i’m still white, sometimes i just hate life
somethin ain’t right, hit the brake lights
case of the cramp swipe, drawin’ a blank like
uh, i’m just not sure, it ain’t my fault
sometimes i’ll fall, my both sides crawl
and i clam up and i slam shut
they just won’t do it
my whole manhood’s
just been ripped, i have just been stripped
of my pride now get off the bus i split
man f-ck this sh-t yo, i’m goin’ the back home
dawgs on my shoulders as i run back to meadvale road

[verse 2]

i’m walkin’ these faint tracks, tryna regain back
yeah b-tch the name is rain man and
the spirit i had ‘fore i go back to the renamed acts
from the same branch, and the same ranch
tryna chase that, gotta move asap
and get a new plan, scouts also pretend
that they don’t spot me again, i don’t understand
sit in front of the pc, bury myself in the sand
and just w-nk till i bust and c-m in my hand
while the sister colours her big brothers and mother and dad
ain’t no tellin’ what really goes on in my rabbit head
wish i could be the sibling that neither one of us had
but i keep runnin’ from somethin’ i never wanted so bad!
sometimes i get upset, ‘cause i just ain’t there yet
it’s like i grew up, but i ain’t grow me two nuts yet
don’t gotta raise it up, don’t got enough gut
the pressure’s building man, i’m just tryna do what’s best
and i try, sit alone and i write
yo i won’t tell a lie, not a moment goes by
that i don’t pray to the sky, please i’m beggin’ you god
please don’t let me pigeon holed in no regular job
yo i hope you can hear me homie wherever you are
yo i’m tellin you dawg i’m bailin’ this failure tomorra’
tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
say whenever you need me ladies, i’m never too far
but yo i gotta get out there, the only way i know
and i’mma come right back for you, the second that i know
i’ve made it on my own, that in success has flown
off to ‘work’ i row, back to this childhood float

[verse 3]

you gotta live it to feel it, if you didn’t you wouldn’t get it
or see what the big deal is, i know it’s a trick as
to be walkin this borderline of white persons’ limits
it’s different, there’s a significance of occupants
of authenticity, i’d never let you see
that it’s everything to me, it’s a harsh reality
cos it’s the world that i’ve ever wanted to be
and check, still can’t wait till she sees me
but yet, i’m still unsigned, havin’ a rough time
sit on the field with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
go to school and push in the lunch line
but when it comes crunch time, i must call the sidelines home
out right, that’s where my flow
will work best and yes, that i know
time to show, my pedestal is higher than yo’s’
or am i just another crab in the bucket
cause i ain’t havin’ no luck with this little rabbit so f-ck it
maybe i need a new outlet; i’m startin’ to doubt sh-t
beginning to give a f-ck about who i go out with
they can’t look like no bum and mood swings ain’t about sh-t
at the time i’m wanting to bring them home
and it’s cold, tryna travel this road
plus i feel like i’m on stuck in this battlin’ mode
my defences are sown up, but one thing i don’t want
is schooling from no one, but the kick-start ain’t fun
is starting to make my brain feel so dark
and sometimes i feel like i’m just bein’ torn apart
from each one of my limbs, by each on of my friends
it’s enough to just make me wanna throw my life in a bin
sometimes i feel like a puppet, sometimes i know it’s
not what i should be doin’ i just know, my head is a stove top
i just explode, the kettle gets so hot
sometimes my manager overloads the gas that i don’t got
but i’ve learned, it’s time for me to u-turn
yo it takes no time for me to get burned
ain’t no trippin’ on next time i meet a new girl
i can no longer play stupid or be immature
i got every ingredient, all i need is the courage
like i already got the beat, all i need is the words
got the urge, suddenly it’s a surge
suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
time to show these left siders the three and a third
i am no longer scared now; i’m free as a bird
then i turn and cross over the midfield ridge
hit the pitch and all you see is a ditch from where i roam

- rabbit

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