and style On the edge of the Brand new day Don't say Brave new world I'm a coward and worse Bitter like you Clinical too Bitter like me Bitter like You
Glamour and style On the edge of a brand new day Dont say brave new world Im a coward and worse Bitter like you Cynical too Bitter like me Bitter like
back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard
bitter sweet But it tastes good to me Take my turn, crash and burn It's how it's supposed to be So don't rain on my parade Life's too short to waste
s on the rise This storm will blow through, by and by House is on fire, vipers in the grass Little revenge and this too shall pass This too shall pass
your underground buddy's nameless crew Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too [Chorus 2X: Eminem *sung*] You just a.. quitter, and you bitter
, I can no longer stay And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes I'm
and I can feel it Outsiders in a world where passion is a crime So we conceal it Now this hard road leaves a bitter taste at the bottom of my cup But
as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him
it on and off again And now I lost another friend You waded through my darkest thoughts When I was sure to drown And now I pass you on my way And if
flood finally out of the clutches pick myself up from mud the scales fallen from my eyes now dark clouds pass away no bitter taste left in my mouth
under and can uncurl myself. Too many, too much, too hard Help me, this time I went too far Too many, too much, too hard Help me, this time I went too
Half-way to my car when I heard shorty shout "3000, forgot your credit card, smart move By the way, my little sister loves your cartoon" Well, here's my
get out of this shhhh They' trying to steal my plate Keep them out of my show Keep them out of my goal Don't give me that sweet talk you Keep them out of my
fall they'll sweep you under the table And where will you be then? It's too much too often! So now without stopping, it's too much too often Out of
ride them on my lonesome, The best thing since sliced bread my lyrics them are wholesome. I don't need no-one else when I rap Taking up room on my