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like a mindstaste
still tryna recover trying not to become it thought of it tie my
stomach leaving the way you come wit nothing  somebody love me want

Any Man

Eminem

Soundbombing, Vol. 2 [Clean]

1999

in my Adam's apple 
Somebody dropped me on my head and I'm for sure 
That my mother did it but the bitch won't admit it was her 
I slit her stomach

good today now that's some gospel/
(you see) how yo nose got the message, fore yo stomach got the blessing/
same thang we expecting hearing Jesus

to give ya boo a kiss
Knife in ya stomach
Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin
Send

Soda can, go and shake me up
Get my money up
Hoppin' out the trap
Throw your stomach up
Bust down
Syrup in my cup
Mixin' soda in the Toyota
Ain't no

niggas stomach rumble kimaksudi (Kimaksuuudi)
Nikikuja kwa mic nawa turn watu wa nduthi (Uhh)
Sijaanza juzi nimekuwa niki-do this
Lyrical G lishakuwa title

older
My stomach flip like a roller coaster
Oh
Shit got you high and I hit yo phone
It's probably why I'm still alone
You stick to my mind like you

Wuzzup mane? It's yo boy Dj Majestic
Finna put this shit down
Know what I'm sayin'? Thug Luv

Hard times, look over your peoples
'cause everybody

Lights getting shut off
Guess I'ma use candles
Hit the store to fill my stomach
Only coppin' three samples
Swear to God that I'm
Surrounded by some demons

Might as well charge that shit to the game

Hurt pain it be running through my veins
Remember good days shidd always gotta change
They testing me

my stomach
And walk away like I meant nothing

Slow...down...
This aint the end of yo life
It'll work out when it is time
It's gonna be alright

Trade Money

Dilated Peoples

Expansion Team

2001

and more pain in my stomach
On top of that I got a lot of people actin funny
But dummies get exposed when your weapon's are chose
Power to spit out your

But it belong to the game
I could give you my heart
But it come with this pain

Ayo
This wood got me sick to my stomach
You going broke trying

brain
These thoughts are insane 

I'm guided by the hand 
Guided by the hands of pain
I'm blinded by the shame
Every time I hear your name
I'm guided by

Witness my pain grow, I don't kick it with lame folks
Simple and plain though, you gon remember my name ho, ha!

Yo, check it
This that high school lunch

yo stomach is so hollow go and gobble it up
I don't want it but I need it like a pardon from Trump
My life was Rocky as fuck
So impoverished McDonald's

without a lifeline
How much more can I take?
With every moment that passes, increases all of my pain
Yo, every nerve and receptor
From my feet up into my

the belly the stomach
But im gon paint The way
Yeah The way
Yeah the way
Uh the way
Yeah the way
Go
Go
Go (Bah bah)
I wanna live ahh
I wanna live ahhh
I wanna

Lately I've been feeling the same
I've been locked in, not stuck up on pain
Everybody going to know my name
I ain't big on revenge, it's going to take me

Yeah that's great! Um, here, we need someone to get us here! Thousand bucks if you can."
By the way, I would buy the way if I could
Finding out, though,

crumblin'?
It's hard bein' a starvin' artist while ya stomach's rumblin'
The pain is troublin'
Callin' for a fair catch but you're fumblin'
Money talks but

you alone put yo trust in nobody don't worry bout no nigga) 
Bitch you step by yourself 
(I ain't no killer but if you want smoke then it's up with me

by him
Think he might've saw a trident
Facsimiles and pretty please
Weaving out the perfect schemes
Chosen scholar of Dreams it seems
Landed

Have you ever scream for help
Yo cries sound like an alarm
I screamed till I'm outta breath
I yell so long it hurt my lungs
Even tried to send out