[Intro]
You niggas had y'all time at the top
[Verse 1]
Disassociating threes in the building
How they leave as we flee the scene
Brief apparition of my agenda, I'm just being me
Prayers in the seed to an upper being, just free'd the team
On my knees reaching for fireflies, think I know wings
Bitch, I fell in love with Lil Meeky
Off the amphetamines, ain't have alot
In fact she was happy, I wouldn’t sell her dreams
Now I'm sellin' things, with the stamp on it
Teflon wrapper, closed hamper, puttin' tax on it
Hated on for my inevitable success, still
Dealin' with the devil I only know as myself
In the mirror, I see God and that only God is myself
Prayers answerd, closed caption, Mr. Mathers no distraction
In the kitchen, no whippin', straight drop is manufactured
For the few who choose to be un-recreative with a habit
I'm recreative with a habit as I resorted to dog food
Discombobulation, whichever way that you call it
[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Good-hearted and prone to fuck up, my family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me (Mathers)
Hate to say it, sometimes, I wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit (Mathers)
Stood strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home (Mathers)
Made believers out of men as I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of Rolling Stone (Mathers)
(Sometimes, I feel like Marshall Mathers)
You niggas had y'all time at the top
[Verse 1]
Disassociating threes in the building
How they leave as we flee the scene
Brief apparition of my agenda, I'm just being me
Prayers in the seed to an upper being, just free'd the team
On my knees reaching for fireflies, think I know wings
Bitch, I fell in love with Lil Meeky
Off the amphetamines, ain't have alot
In fact she was happy, I wouldn’t sell her dreams
Now I'm sellin' things, with the stamp on it
Teflon wrapper, closed hamper, puttin' tax on it
Hated on for my inevitable success, still
Dealin' with the devil I only know as myself
In the mirror, I see God and that only God is myself
Prayers answerd, closed caption, Mr. Mathers no distraction
In the kitchen, no whippin', straight drop is manufactured
For the few who choose to be un-recreative with a habit
I'm recreative with a habit as I resorted to dog food
Discombobulation, whichever way that you call it
[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Good-hearted and prone to fuck up, my family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me (Mathers)
Hate to say it, sometimes, I wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit (Mathers)
Stood strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home (Mathers)
Made believers out of men as I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of Rolling Stone (Mathers)
(Sometimes, I feel like Marshall Mathers)
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