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8 Mil Loans
So, I was listening to the Soundtrack for 8 Mile Road again this morning and I realized that "Lose Yourself" isn't the best track. 8 Mile Road is. And the reason why that song is so good is because it applies to anyone not happy in their current situation. Like me. So I decided to parody it.
It's much better if you can hear the tune in your head, but even if you can, skip it if you're sick of song parodies and/or rap music.
8 Mil Loans Lyrics
(It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway.)
Sometimes I just feel like
Quittin' I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough to parody real life
Sometimes I wanna jump online and just incite
And show these people what my level of skill's like
Glad I'm not white
But sometimes I just hate life
Somethin' ain't right
Head to the site
Prepare for a board fight
Try to instill fright
(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin' eyeballs, My insides crawl)
And I clam up (SMASH!)
I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I've just been ripped
So where is my wit?
Virtual busted lip
Man fuck this shit yo
I'm goin' the fuck home
Pull out my checkbook to service all of those 8 Mil Loans
I'm a man
I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm away from these hacks, man
I'ma never look back
(8 Mil Loans)
And I'm gone
I'ma like where I'm goin
Sorry partners I've grown
You should leave me alone
Ain't no followin' no footsteps
I'm makin' my own
Only way I know how to escape from these 8 Mil Loans
The law is just plain wack
Need to regain back the spirit I once had
But I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)
Use the same rants
Quit? I just can't
Tryin' to escape crap
Gotta move A.S.A.P.
Get a new plan
Penske's Mama's a man
Paigow's a lunatic
She don't understand
If you meet her in person you better run or be damned
That knife that she's wielding don't look so dull in her hand
She really is crazy, trust me this ain't no fad
Ain't no tellin' how many people run around in her head
Wish slave would keep her in check since he's the one that she had
Why're they runnin' from somethin' they never wanted so bad?
Sometimes I get upset
Cuz I ain't left yet
It's like I grew up, and I'm wastin' my time writin', "stet"
TM's got a rep
But he's losin' his pep
The pressure's too much man
I'm just tryin' to do what's best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell a lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holdin' this regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me hommie
Wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin' you dog
I'm bailin this law firm tomorrow
Tell the partners to shove it
Kiss all this billin' goodbye
Paged whenever they need me, baby
I'm tryin' to get far
So yo, I gotta get out there
The only way I know
And I'ma do that for me
And the second that I blow
Dump everything I own
I'll make it on my own
But now, off to work I go
Back to these 8 Mil Loans
I'm a man
I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm away from these hacks, man
I'ma never look back
(8 Mil Loans)
And I'm gone
I'ma like where I'm goin
Sorry partners I've grown
You should leave me alone
Ain't no followin' no footsteps
I'm makin' my own
Only way I know how to escape from these 8 Mil Loans
Ya gotta owe it to feel it
If you didn't you wouldn't get it
We'll see what the big deal is
Think it isn't? it still is
To be billin' to pay for my degree, I'm at my debt limit
It's different, was a certain significant certificate of authenticity
Only you guys can see
Then, it was everything to me
Was my credibility
You've never seen, read or met one on the FB
Who's incredible and on the same pedestal as me
But checks
Must be signed
Havin' a rough time
Sit at my desk, waste my time postin' punchlines
Go to work
And give up all my free time
But when it comes crunch time
Where do the good times go?
Who must I show?
Take my work flow
Where can I go?
Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this law habit so fuck it
Maybe I should just get out quick
I'm startin' to doubt shit
I'm feelin' a little skeptical
Of who I IM wit'
I feel like a bum
DS knows my clothes ain't about shit
Post for some advice
Need the right type of outfit
Needs to be bold
Tryin' to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'll always be stuck in this hole
My defenses are so up
And one thing I don't want
Is pity from no one
The city is no fun
There is no sun
And it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
Being torn in my limbs
By each one of my friends
Enough to just make me wanna jump right outta my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin'
I just blow
My head is a stove top
I just explode
The kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my brain overloads with the acid and it rots
But I've learned
It's time for me to U-Turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt
Ain't no fallin'
Now is the time
It's the only cure
I can no longer play stupid
Or be immature
I've got every ingredient
All I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat
All I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly its a search
Suddenly a new verse of energy has occurred
Time to show these wannabe leaders
Who spend their time in the burbs
I am no longer scared now
I'm free as a bird
As I turn the next page
To 2004 from the 3rd
But for now gotta bill 'til all I see is a blur on my 8 mil loans
I'm a man
I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm away from these hacks, man
I'ma never look back
(8 Mil Loans)
And I'm gone
I'ma like where I'm goin
Sorry partners I've grown
You should leave me alone
Ain't no followin' no footsteps
I'm makin' my own
Only way I know how to escape from these 8 Mil Loans
TM
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