* I Cwalk Bbon watAmer
ButDm I ain't no JesusG
I Cwalk Bbon watAmer
ButDm only when it freeGzes
WhyAm are expectations so high?
Is it the bar I set?
My arms, I sFtretch, but I can’t reach
A far cry from it, Cor it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeezAme
I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
Into the dark I plummet
Now the sky’Fs blackening
I know the mark's high, butter
flies ripC apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter
what barsDm I come with
You're gonna harp, gripe, and
That's a hard Vicodin to swallow
So I scrap theseF
As pressure increases like khakisG
I feel the ice cracking, because
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It's the curseAm of the standard
That the first of the Mathers discs set
Always in search of the verse
that I haven't spit yet F
Will this step just be another misstep
To Ctarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect
I’ve Amgarnered? The rhyme has to be perfect
The delivery flawless
AndF it always feels like I’m hittin' the mark
’Til I go sitC in the car, listen and pick it apart
Like, "ThisDm shit is garbage!"
God's given me all this,
still I feel no different regardless
KidsF look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only theyG knew
It's a facade and it's exhaustive
AndDm I try not to listen to nonsense
But if you bitches are tryin’
to strip me of my confidence
Mission accomplishFed
I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim
PacG, B.I.G., James Todd Smith
And I'm not Prince, so…
( REPEAT * )
** 'Cause I'm only humFan, justG like you Am
MakiCng my mistakFes, oh if youG only knewAm
I don't thinkC you should believeF in me
the wayG that you do Am
'Cause I'm terrEmified Fto let you downG, oh
It's trueAm, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jestF
A flawed human, I guessC
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex
pectAmations and meet 'em, but first
The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean
He's goin' too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse outF his mom?
There was a time I had the worldC
By the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every albumDm song
I was spazzin' the fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on
But the only oneF who's looking down on me
that matters now's DeShaunG
Am I lucky to be around this longDm?
Begs the question though
Especially after the methadone
As yesterday fadesF and the Dresden home
Is burnt to the ground
And all Gthat's left of my house is lawn
The crowds are goneAm
And it's time to wash out the blonde
Sales decline, the curtains drawnF
They're closin' the set
I'm still pokin' my head from out behindC
And everyone who has doubt, remindAm
Now take your best rhyme, outdo it
now do it a thousand timesF
Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer
careCs or gives a fuck about your rhymes
AndDm as I grow outta sight, outta mind
I might go outta mine
'Cause howF do I ever let this
mic go without a fightG
When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twineDm?
But when I do fall from these
heights though, I'll be fine
I won't poutF or cry or spiral down or whine
But I'll decideG if it's my final bow
this time around, 'cause
( REPEAT * , ** )
If I Cwalked Bbon wateAmr, I would drownC
'Cause I'm just a man
But as long as I got a mic, I'm godlike
So me and you are not alike
Bitch, I wrote "Stan"