☆ eminem lose yourself with lyrics

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy,
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti,
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready,
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting,
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud,
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking how, everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, blaow!
Snaps back to reality, ope! There goes gravity,
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked,
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that easy,
No, he won’t have it, he knows his whole back’s to these ropes,
It don’t matter, he’s dope,
He knows that, but he’s broke,
He’s so stagnant that he knows,
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s,
Back to the lab again yo,
This this whole rhapsody,
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him.

[Hook]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment,
You own it, you better never let it go,
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow,
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo!

The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping,
This world is mine for the taking,
Make me king, as we move toward a new world order,
A normal life is boring, but superstardom’s
Close to post mortem it only grows harder, only grows hotter,
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter,
Lonely roads, God only knows,
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father,
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter,
But hold your nose ’cause here goes the cold water,
His hoes don’t want him no more, he’s cold product,
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows,
He nose dove and sold nada,
So the soap opera is told and unfolds,
I suppose it’s old partner but the beat goes on,
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage,
Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged.
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed,
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage,
But I kept rhyming and step right in the next cipher,
Best believe somebody’s paying the pied piper,
All the pain inside amplified by the fact,
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5,
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family,
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers,
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life,
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder,
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus,
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna,
Baby mama drama’s screaming on and,
Too much for me to wanna,
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony,
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail,
I’ve got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot,
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not,
Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got to go,
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot,
So here I go it’s my shot,
Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got!