Second Chance (feat. Ludacris & Lil Wayne) - Eminem




Yeah...

It's my life...

My own words I guess...

Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?

Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?

When they know they're your heart

And you know you were their armour

And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her

But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites

you?

And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you?

What happens when you become the main source of her pain?

Daddy look what I made, Dad's gotta go catch a plane

Daddy where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy where is she?

I don't know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy's busy

Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gonna write itself

I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself

Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love

her

And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her

That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy

Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby...



You look like you're in another world

but I can read your mind

how can you be so far away

lying by my side



You look like you're in another world

but I can read your mind

how can you be so far away

lying by my side



Things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be

Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry

Talkin' bout what they got, and they ain't got a damn thang

How you own three cars, but you don't own ya own name?

Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session

Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession

Start up ya own company, trademark the name

That's gon' run ya bout a grand so start savin' ya change

Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps

Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks

Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need

Whatever gets ya juices flowin' could be speed or weed

Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered

Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard!

Show all the non-believers what you destined to be

And in just a couple years you could be rich like me



You look like you're in another world

but I can read your mind

how can you be so far away

lying by my side



You look like you're in another world

but I can read your mind

how can you be so far away

lying by my side



Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin,

I run it myself like a quarterback option,

I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping,

she buy herself some clothes, and she bought me back a

chopper,

see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka,

I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker,

a package on the way you know my whip game proper,

and enough for one key I see seventy thousand dollas,

Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint,

I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points,

we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin,

you rap about money and nigga might sign ya,

you rap about me and a nigga might find ya,

banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya,

DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him, you can holla

at me for a fee



You look like you're in another world

but I can read your mind

how can you be so far away

lying by my side



You look like you're in another world

but I can read your mind

how can you be so far away

lying by my side



You look like you're in another world

but I can read your mind

how can you be so far away

lying by my side



You look like you're in another world

but I can read your mind

how can you be so far away

lying by my side



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