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Lyrics!

Eminem's - Lose Yourself

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 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
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 whole rap shit
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 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 cuz here goes the cold water
His 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 partna', 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
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin 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 fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin 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 is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man



[Thanks to sevans4812@hotmail.com, al@macsonline.org.uk, jokerz131989@yahoo.com, scorpio_K85@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]


Paris Hilton's - Turn it up
 
(Uhhh...)
(Yeah...)
(That's hot...)
(Uhhh...)
(Yeah...)
(Get it started, huh...)
(Yeah...)

Gonna make me scream
Wanna cause a riot
Make a lot of noise
I don't want to be quiet
When it gets real loud
Make it even louder
Gotta turn me on (Uhhhhh....)
Gotta make me higher

You gotta know what to do
If you wanna get down
So don't go off too smoothe
You're running out of time
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
Turn it up (Ohhhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaaaa...)
Turn it up

Can you make me hot
Make me touch the ceiling
Can you read my mind
Can you gimme that feeling
When I lose my clothes
You like that, don't cha?
Let's get exposed
Cause you know you want to

You got to know what to do
If you wanna get down
So don't go off too smoothe
Now you're running out of time
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)

Don't play around

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!)

Let's get it started now

You can get it started
Don't be scared to party
Get up, move your body
It's time to party

You gotta know what to do
If you wanna get down
So don't go off to smoothe
Now you're running out of time
Turn it up (ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)
Turn it up
(Make me lose my mind)
Turn it up (Ohhhwaaa...)

Gonna make me scream
(Gonna make me scream)
Wanna cause a riot
Make a lot of noise
(Ohhh...)
I don't wanna be quiet
(ohhh...)
When it gets real loud
Make it even louder
Gotta turn me on (uhhh...)
Got to make me higher

Gotta know what to do
If you wanna get down
So don't go off to smoothe
Now you're running out of time
Turn it up
(Ohh, don't be afraid to turn it up)
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
(Ohh, don't be afraid to turn it up)
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up

Ohh, don't be afraid to turn it up
Ohh, don't be afraid to turn it up
(Get it started)

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