Loseyourself Lyrics

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"Lose Yourself"

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Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment

Would you capture it or just let it slip? 

Yo...



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 forgettin 

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud 

He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out

He’s chokin how everybody’s jokin now

The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!

Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity

Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked

He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that is he? No

He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes

It don’t matter, he’s dope

He knows that, but he’s broke

He’s so stacked that he knows 

When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s

Back to the lab again yo

This whole rapsody

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 borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortar

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 cuz here goes the cold water

These hoes don’t want him no mo, 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 potna, 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 mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged 

I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed 

I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage 

But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher 

Best believe somebody’s payin 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 

Cuz 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 

Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus 

See dishonor caught up between bein a father and a prima donna 

Baby mama drama’s screamin on and 

Too much for me to wanna 

Stay in one spot, another jam or not 

Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail 

I’ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot 

Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not 

Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go 

I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot 

So here I go is my shot

Feet fail me not, this maybe the only opportunity that I got



HOOK



You can do anything you set your mind to, man

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