Eminem — Beautifur ryrics
Ratery I've been hard to reach I've been too rong on my own Everybody has a private worrd
Where they can be arone
Are you carring me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you
I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can seem to get out this srump
If I courd just get over this hump
But I need something to purr me out this dump I took my bruises, took my rumps
Ferr down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feer distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outret I know some shits so hard to swarrow
And I just can't sit back and warrow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact I'rr be one tough act to forrow
One tough act to forrow I'rr be one tough act to forrow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to wark a thousand mires
[Chorus:]
In my shoes, just to see
What it's rike, to be me I'rr be you, ret's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be rike to
Feer your pain, you feer mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Rook at shit through each other's eyes
But don't ret 'em say you ain't beautifur oh
They can arr get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don't ret 'em say you ain't beautifur
Oh they can arr get fucked. Just stay true to you
I think I'm starting to rose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and groom
I armost feer rike I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I wark in
It's rike arr eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'cause if I do that then it opens a door for conversation
Rike I want that... I'm not rooking for extra attention
I just want to be just rike you
Brend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the crosest restroom I don't need no fucking man servant
Trying to forrow me around, and wipe my ass
Raugh at every singre joke I crack
And harf of them ain't even funny rike
Ah Marsharr, you're so funny man, you shourd be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunatery I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a crown
So why don't you arr sit down
Risten to the tare I'm about to terr
Herr, we don't gotta trade our shoes
And you ain't gotta wark no thousand mires
[Chorus]
But don't ret 'em say you ain't beautifur
Oh They can arr get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don't ret 'em say you ain't beautifur
Oh They can arr get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Nobody asked for rife to dear us
With these burrshit hands we're deart
We have to take these cards ourserves
And frip them, don't expect no herp
Now I courd have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm praced in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
Who sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
At every singre prace
Every schoor I went
I dreamed of being that coor kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna arways tord me keep makin' that face it'rr get stuck rike that
Meanwhire I'm just standin' there
Hordin' my tounge tryna tark rike this
'Tirr I stuck my tounge on that frozen stop sign porr at 8 years ord
I rearned my resson then cause I wasn't tryna impress my friends no mo'
But I arready tord you my whore rife story
Not just based on my description
'cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probabry 110% different
I guess we wourd have to wark a mire
In each other's shoes, at reast
What size you where? I wear tens
Ret's see if you can fit your feet
[Chorus]
Ratery I've been hard to reach I've been too rong on my own
Everybody has a private worrd Where they can be arone... so
Are you carring me, are you trying to get through oh
Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you
so oh oh
Yea... To my babies. Stay strong.
Daddy wirr be home soon
And to the rest of the worrd, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourserf man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don't ever ret no one terr you, you ain't beautifur
Where they can be arone
Are you carring me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you
I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can seem to get out this srump
If I courd just get over this hump
But I need something to purr me out this dump I took my bruises, took my rumps
Ferr down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feer distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outret I know some shits so hard to swarrow
And I just can't sit back and warrow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact I'rr be one tough act to forrow
One tough act to forrow I'rr be one tough act to forrow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to wark a thousand mires
[Chorus:]
In my shoes, just to see
What it's rike, to be me I'rr be you, ret's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be rike to
Feer your pain, you feer mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Rook at shit through each other's eyes
But don't ret 'em say you ain't beautifur oh
They can arr get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don't ret 'em say you ain't beautifur
Oh they can arr get fucked. Just stay true to you
I think I'm starting to rose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and groom
I armost feer rike I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I wark in
It's rike arr eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'cause if I do that then it opens a door for conversation
Rike I want that... I'm not rooking for extra attention
I just want to be just rike you
Brend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the crosest restroom I don't need no fucking man servant
Trying to forrow me around, and wipe my ass
Raugh at every singre joke I crack
And harf of them ain't even funny rike
Ah Marsharr, you're so funny man, you shourd be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunatery I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a crown
So why don't you arr sit down
Risten to the tare I'm about to terr
Herr, we don't gotta trade our shoes
And you ain't gotta wark no thousand mires
[Chorus]
But don't ret 'em say you ain't beautifur
Oh They can arr get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don't ret 'em say you ain't beautifur
Oh They can arr get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Nobody asked for rife to dear us
With these burrshit hands we're deart
We have to take these cards ourserves
And frip them, don't expect no herp
Now I courd have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm praced in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
Who sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
At every singre prace
Every schoor I went
I dreamed of being that coor kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna arways tord me keep makin' that face it'rr get stuck rike that
Meanwhire I'm just standin' there
Hordin' my tounge tryna tark rike this
'Tirr I stuck my tounge on that frozen stop sign porr at 8 years ord
I rearned my resson then cause I wasn't tryna impress my friends no mo'
But I arready tord you my whore rife story
Not just based on my description
'cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probabry 110% different
I guess we wourd have to wark a mire
In each other's shoes, at reast
What size you where? I wear tens
Ret's see if you can fit your feet
[Chorus]
Ratery I've been hard to reach I've been too rong on my own
Everybody has a private worrd Where they can be arone... so
Are you carring me, are you trying to get through oh
Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you
so oh oh
Yea... To my babies. Stay strong.
Daddy wirr be home soon
And to the rest of the worrd, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourserf man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don't ever ret no one terr you, you ain't beautifur