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[ti:Lucky You (Explicit)]
[ar:Eminem/Joyner Lucas/Joyner Lucas]
[al:Kamikaze]
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[00:00.00]Lucky You (Clean) - Eminem/Joyner Lucas
[00:00.94]Lyrics by:Marshall Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser
[00:01.88]Composed by:Marshall Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser
[00:02.82]Woah Joyner Joyner yeah yeah yeah
[00:10.62]Yeah I done did a lot of things in my day I admit it
[00:14.61]I don't take back what I say if I said it then I meant it
[00:17.70]All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
[00:20.84]I ain't never had no trophy or no mother******* ribbon
[00:23.75]Yeah yeah yeah
[00:24.18]**** the system I'm that n***a bend the law cut the rules
[00:27.12]I'm about to risk it all I ain't got too much to lose
[00:30.12]Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[00:30.68]Y'all been eatin' long enough it's my turn to cut the food
[00:33.14]Yeah
[00:33.39]Pass the plate
[00:33.97]Yeah
[00:34.16]Where my drink
[00:34.57]Hol' up
[00:34.95]This my day
[00:35.61]Yeah yeah
[00:35.86]Lucky you **** you too woo
[00:37.75]Y'all gotta move y'all gotta move y'all gotta move
[00:40.82]Give me some room
[00:41.53]Woo
[00:41.93]Give me some room
[00:42.71]Hey
[00:43.16]Give me the juice
[00:43.98]Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe hop out and shoot
[00:47.11]Y'all gotta move
[00:47.83]Boom bap
[00:48.33]Y'all gotta move
[00:48.95]Woo
[00:49.44]Give me the juice
[00:50.26]Back on my bull**** my back to the wall
[00:51.51]Turn my back on you all of you finished
[00:52.90]Bap bop bop
[00:53.34]Back to these bullets it's back to the job
[00:54.73]Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
[00:56.15]Yeah yeah yeah
[00:56.68]Back on my hood **** it's back to the pushin'
[00:57.96]These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
[00:59.12]Can't **** with you rappers you practically suckin'
[01:00.71]Yuh
[01:00.77]You might'a went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
[01:02.34]I'm actually buzzin' this time
[01:03.58]Straight out the kitchen I told 'em the oven is mine
[01:05.50]I do not **** with you guys
[01:06.48]Woo
[01:06.77]If I don't kill you just know you gon' suffer this time
[01:08.67]Yeah
[01:08.71]I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
[01:10.07]Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
[01:11.84]Choppers and jammies a partridge a pear tree
[01:13.12]My Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
[01:14.96]I
[01:15.34]Run at you hard like a sumo
[01:16.51]Sumo
[01:16.94]They say I talk like a chulo
[01:18.07]Chulo
[01:18.53]I live on Mars I'm not Bruno
[01:19.68]Woo
[01:20.03]***** I'm a dog call me Cujo
[01:21.26]Rah
[01:21.60]You play your cards I reverse on you all
[01:22.96]And I might just draw four like a Uno
[01:24.49]Bup
[01:24.73]Cállate boca mejor maricón
[01:26.30]Little puto and all of you culo
[01:27.54]Joyner
[01:27.82]They've embedded the level I been the ghetto to ghetto
[01:29.19]Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
[01:30.73]Yeah yeah
[01:30.93]**** get realer but 'til all the beef die down
[01:32.22]Yeah
[01:32.41]In truth a n***a just really want me tied down
[01:33.91]Bop bop
[01:34.07]I've been alone and I never needed nobody
[01:35.22]Just only me and my shawty I'll tell these n***as to lie down
[01:37.07]Keep all the money I never wanted the lifestyle
[01:38.43]I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
[01:40.07]Woo Woo
[01:40.32]I said ain't no love for the other side
[01:41.79]Or anyone who ever want smoke
[01:43.13]Joyner
[01:43.55]When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope
[01:46.30]Yeah
[01:46.49]You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
[01:48.02]N***a wrong way wrong road
[01:49.37]Woo Woo
[01:49.63]Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
[01:51.05]I just bought a ****in' lawn mower
[01:52.15]Vroom
[01:52.28]I done said a lotta things in my day I admit it
[01:54.92]This is payback in a way
[01:56.42]Yeah
[01:56.47]I regret it that I did it
[01:58.14]I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
[02:01.18]Ah
[02:01.39]Wasn't in it for the trophies
[02:02.60]Nah
[02:02.79]Just the ****in' recognition
[02:04.34]****'s the difference
[02:05.09]I'm that cracker bend the law **** the rules
[02:07.50]Man I used to risk it all now I got too much to lose
[02:10.64]I've been eatin' long enough man my stomach should be full
[02:13.80]I just ate licked the plate my buffet lucky me **** you think
[02:17.67]Woo
[02:18.06]I got a couple of mansions
[02:19.57]Still I don't have any manners
[02:21.18]You got a couple of ghostwriters
[02:22.31]But to these kids it don't actually matter
[02:24.25]They're askin' me "What the **** happened to hip-hop"
[02:25.89]I said "I don't have any answers"
[02:27.05]'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
[02:28.64]It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
[02:30.15]Yeah
[02:30.22]And actually comin' from humble beginnings
[02:31.64]I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
[02:32.89]I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling
[02:34.34]We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling"
[02:35.93]But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any ****in' ability
[02:38.29]To even stick to a subject it's killin' me
[02:39.76]The inability to pen humility
[02:41.54]Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta why don't we make a bunch of
[02:43.59]******* songs about nothin' and mumble 'em
[02:44.69]**** it I'm goin' for the jugular
[02:45.81]**** is a circus you clowns that are comin' up
[02:47.44]Don't give an ounce of a mother****
[02:48.58]About the ones that were here before you that made rap
[02:50.46]Yeah
[02:50.66]Let's recap way back MC's that
[02:52.23]What
[02:52.39]Wreak havoc on tape decks
[02:53.51]Woo
[02:53.69]ADAT's where the G Raps and Kanes at
[02:55.17]We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
[02:57.67]'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
[02:59.27]All the lean rappin' face tats syruped out like tree sap
[03:01.57]I don't hate trap
[03:02.13]Nah
[03:02.27]And I don't wanna seem mad
[03:03.16]But in fact
[03:03.86]Yeah
[03:03.93]Where the old me at
[03:04.74]The same cat
[03:05.40]That would take that feedback and aim back I need that
[03:07.85]But I think it's inevitable they know what button to press
[03:09.36]Or what lever to pull to give me to snap though
[03:10.96]Lil' *****
[03:11.17]And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger
[03:12.75]But you've been talking your ***** in the ******* back ho
[03:14.25]Get it
[03:14.52]On the brink any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
[03:15.96]Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
[03:17.51]I'm asleep at the wheel again
[03:18.41]As I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again
[03:20.67]'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
[03:22.36]Even ******** or *************** with the minithin
[03:23.55]It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram
[03:25.24]And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
[03:27.16]Levels to this **** I got an elevator
[03:28.27]You could never say to me I'm not a ****in' record breaker
[03:29.89]Yeah
[03:29.94]I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
[03:31.66]Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made I never cater
[03:33.43]Mother****** now I got a right to be this way
[03:35.30]I got spite inside my DNA
[03:36.71]Yeah
[03:36.79]But I roll 'til the wheels fall off I'm working tirelessly ayy
[03:40.17]It's the moment y'all been waitin' for like California
[03:42.43]Wishin' rain to pour in that drought y'all
[03:44.24]Been prayin' for my downfall
[03:45.72]Yeah
[03:45.90]From the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
[03:47.19]Still the same Marshall that outlaw
[03:48.82]That they say as a writer might've fell off
[03:50.25]I'm back on that bull like the cowboy
[03:52.06]So y'all gotta move yeah y'all gotta move yeah y'all gotta move
[03:55.32]Give me some room
[03:56.12]Woo
[03:56.52]Give me some room
[03:57.27]Hey
[03:57.64]Give me the juice
[03:58.44]Hop out the coupe
[03:59.22]Joyner
[03:59.61]Hop out the coupe
[04:00.42]Joyner
[04:00.73]Hop out and shoot
[04:01.59]Y'all gotta move
[04:02.32]Boom bap
[04:02.79]Y'all gotta move
[04:03.54]Woo
[04:03.68]Give me the juice

文本歌词


Lucky You (Clean) - Eminem/Joyner Lucas
Lyrics by:Marshall Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser
Composed by:Marshall Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser
Woah Joyner Joyner yeah yeah yeah
Yeah I done did a lot of things in my day I admit it
I don't take back what I say if I said it then I meant it
All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
I ain't never had no trophy or no mother******* ribbon
Yeah yeah yeah
**** the system I'm that n***a bend the law cut the rules
I'm about to risk it all I ain't got too much to lose
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Y'all been eatin' long enough it's my turn to cut the food
Yeah
Pass the plate
Yeah
Where my drink
Hol' up
This my day
Yeah yeah
Lucky you **** you too woo
Y'all gotta move y'all gotta move y'all gotta move
Give me some room
Woo
Give me some room
Hey
Give me the juice
Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move
Boom bap
Y'all gotta move
Woo
Give me the juice
Back on my bull**** my back to the wall
Turn my back on you all of you finished
Bap bop bop
Back to these bullets it's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
Yeah yeah yeah
Back on my hood **** it's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't **** with you rappers you practically suckin'
Yuh
You might'a went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen I told 'em the oven is mine
I do not **** with you guys
Woo
If I don't kill you just know you gon' suffer this time
Yeah
I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies a partridge a pear tree
My Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
I
Run at you hard like a sumo
Sumo
They say I talk like a chulo
Chulo
I live on Mars I'm not Bruno
Woo
***** I'm a dog call me Cujo
Rah
You play your cards I reverse on you all
And I might just draw four like a Uno
Bup
Cállate boca mejor maricón
Little puto and all of you culo
Joyner
They've embedded the level I been the ghetto to ghetto
Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
Yeah yeah
**** get realer but 'til all the beef die down
Yeah
In truth a n***a just really want me tied down
Bop bop
I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shawty I'll tell these n***as to lie down
Keep all the money I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
Woo Woo
I said ain't no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke
Joyner
When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope
Yeah
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
N***a wrong way wrong road
Woo Woo
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a ****in' lawn mower
Vroom
I done said a lotta things in my day I admit it
This is payback in a way
Yeah
I regret it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
Ah
Wasn't in it for the trophies
Nah
Just the ****in' recognition
****'s the difference
I'm that cracker bend the law **** the rules
Man I used to risk it all now I got too much to lose
I've been eatin' long enough man my stomach should be full
I just ate licked the plate my buffet lucky me **** you think
Woo
I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghostwriters
But to these kids it don't actually matter
They're askin' me "What the **** happened to hip-hop"
I said "I don't have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
Yeah
And actually comin' from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling
We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling"
But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any ****in' ability
To even stick to a subject it's killin' me
The inability to pen humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta why don't we make a bunch of
******* songs about nothin' and mumble 'em
**** it I'm goin' for the jugular
**** is a circus you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a mother****
About the ones that were here before you that made rap
Yeah
Let's recap way back MC's that
What
Wreak havoc on tape decks
Woo
ADAT's where the G Raps and Kanes at
We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin' face tats syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap
Nah
And I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact
Yeah
Where the old me at
The same cat
That would take that feedback and aim back I need that
But I think it's inevitable they know what button to press
Or what lever to pull to give me to snap though
Lil' *****
And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger
But you've been talking your ***** in the ******* back ho
Get it
On the brink any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again
'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even ******** or *************** with the minithin
It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to this **** I got an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a ****in' record breaker
Yeah
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made I never cater
Mother****** now I got a right to be this way
I got spite inside my DNA
Yeah
But I roll 'til the wheels fall off I'm working tirelessly ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for like California
Wishin' rain to pour in that drought y'all
Been prayin' for my downfall
Yeah
From the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall that outlaw
That they say as a writer might've fell off
I'm back on that bull like the cowboy
So y'all gotta move yeah y'all gotta move yeah y'all gotta move
Give me some room
Woo
Give me some room
Hey
Give me the juice
Hop out the coupe
Joyner
Hop out the coupe
Joyner
Hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move
Boom bap
Y'all gotta move
Woo
Give me the juice

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