(Eminem Talking) Yeah.... it's my life.... in my own words i guess.... (Verse 1) Have you ever loved someone so much You'd give an arm for Not
wood Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat Looking clean like soap Diamond rope on my
hybrid Smoked so much green that I can't open up my eyelids Wake up in London, go to sleep on Atlanta time Still my paint got more candy then your valentine
doesn't sleep at night You've got your karma I know I've got mine And all my tears will air dry With just a little time Air dry Well I heard you play behind my
Yeah It's my life In 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
Lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
neighbor step away, then I just pepper sprayed 'em Yeah, for every time you ride down the street Or hideout, drive by my house and beep Like now motherfucker, try now to sleep
you would And you sittin' there with a broken heart 'Cause I gave you my body and not my heart When I'm holding you late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout my
world unfurl My niggas hit the trees like squirrels Tryna get a nut with your girl Think I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine Karma for the karma
actions It's the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma While the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be beat You don't know your
D, put it in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now some of y'all people Might know me from my wallabies Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial
, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Ghostface Killah] Colorful kicks and my closet
on my feet And double deuces on da Chevy 3's company the double 4's on my belly 5 hot amps speakers shake like jelly So many wires in my trunk look like
me no additives, no sedatives Or preservatives, or repetitive Rhetoric you give, just let it live Yet my head is poundin' I'm dealin' with this load on my
tylonols the voices yellin from down the hall Im losin it mental abusin it my car crashed when i was cruisin it Cus i dropped my mountain dews in it My
control Edge of depression Broken the seal No need for compression Roll the karma wheel Nothing can heal Roll that karma wheel Roll that karma wheel Roll that karma wheel Yeah, that karma
like to hate you 'cause I do hell, oh yes I do Crash bang boomerang,Karma karma boomerang Crash bang boomerang, Karma karma boomerang Crash bang boomerang, Karma karma
