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Take From Me

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 25.10.2012

Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me.

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique
I know that without the fans, I ain't sh-t
But y'all better read my lips
I don't spit raps this I'll, for you to just hack and steal
And leak my sh-t, so peep my drift
I hope y'all don't think you're helping me out with that sh-t
That sh-t stressin' me out
Nickel nine is blowin' up
Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace
Cause around that time, my stocking's goin' UP
Feels like a victory, bittersweet, cause the bigger I get?
The bigger the wedge, between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
Hear what I said?
Feels like the sh-t just switched on me
Everything I do for the n-gga, and the n-gga know
I would do anything for him, but the n-gga refuse
To just quit straight sh-ttin' on me
Keepin' your distance? Probably best if you don't wanna f-ck with me
But you know me probably best, f-ck pity
You want that? You know it's like [?] chest
Tough titty, the problems, you gotta problem, you think I'm already set
So I'm a look down on you? Just be proud of me
You already got my respect
I ain't gonna say something I regret
So I'm a just STOP, chasing the pain
Let you deal with the fact we don't get along cause I got a big face in the game
Sometimes I feel like f-ck my life
I f-ck with a few n-ggas that I know that if my chick was a Shady ho?
n-ggas wouldn't think twice before they f-ck my wife
Guess that's the difference in friends and associates
I done been broke, I done been through the motions
I don't pay no attention to birds
I use my scope to tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up [?] talk
I don't make money just to lone it to y'all
Tell a n-gga that the new album is like [?] is like talking to a hole in the wall
[?] these n-ggas expensive
If I need to loan you money every time I see you just to be your friend?
I don't need your friendship

[Hook: Claret Jai]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me.
And I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say
And I give you my all and you just take from me (ay ay) [x2]

[Verse 2: Eminem:]
I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame
Trouble as the pain grows double, give a f-ck what you say
When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
To people who don't even appreciate flows, motherf-cker, I'm living today
Cause I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts
It's like driving a spike through my heart
You might think it's not that big of a deal to steal from me
But music is all I got
Aside from my daughters, not trying to sound like a martyr
But it's getting harder than I thought
To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I'm about to just snap
And I might not deserve it but I got to, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record I rip for
When the [?]
But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb like many think
SO f-ck THEM
They'll appreciate me when I'm gone, they say it was I'll, right?
The way I kill mics? But the way I feel right now?
It just feels like I'm so done with this sh-t I might as well wipe
I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you
Ladies and gentleman, Slaughterhouse I give you!


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