up your Devi Desi. I's paraded on through the choke When my leg irons broke And my bicycle wheel spoke: The Bombay army's no joke. On the top of a Naracan
perdiste, y no arriesgaste a volar y te asustas de mi emocion y me dejas en la calle a morir no hay frontera, en esta historia on the road ni siquiera
, y no arriesgaste a volar y te asustas de mi emocion y me dejas en la calle a morir no hay frontera, en esta historia on the road ni siquiera una gota
think it's safe to say She is grown and on her own So she will be on her way. I think it's safe to say She is grown and on her own So she will be on her
cultural junk bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda and now we're driving dazed and drunk been down the road to damascus, the road to mandalay
cause nigger it's all love Dub-C drop the real on 'em, Chevy chrome grill on 'em Posin' in the intersection, three-wheelin' on 'em nigga [Ice Cube:]
can think of all the things you'd do different nothings gonna change the fact that you didn't nothings gonna change nothing And if it sounds stupid to
thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey Talkin to a nigga on
straight to him gonna make him see stars, yes the situation was going to explode thought I should give him a warning said ya better hit the road I knew
say, say For all the fools, who fell for the first girl who comes their way, way I've been down that road and, now I'm back Sittin on square one, one
had the nerve to tell that stupid boss of yours to shove it next time he yells at you? Well this is country music and we do So turn it on, turn it up
The lonely road, the one that I should try to walk alone. I'll be home tonight, take a breath and softly say goodbye. You're running like me. Keep moving on
mentioned I'm an asshole Stupid, I love it when there's tension I thrive in it She begged me to let it drive her A drunk ass, blowin' on it like a breathalyzer
hit six times On three different locations on four seperate occasions? And you can bet your stinking ass That I've come to smash everything in my path Folk was in the road
something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way I've been down that road and now I'm back, sittin' on square one
back for you, the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] [Eminem] You gotta