文本歌词

Hip Hop Elvis (Live) - Eminem/Elton John
Look
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture
Or just let it slip
Sing
Sunday night
I have a thing that in risk
Ooh but you set things right
Banging in the banks
Sing it
Up the way
On the one for
Hoping she's in many things
You gotta let me frooze
I'm loyal at you
You know I rather had that than ih
Yow bbbbanging on the banks
Yo
His palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already mom's spaghetti
He's nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs but he keeps on forgettin'
Banging on the banks
What he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's chokin' how everybody's jokin' now
The clocks run out times up over blaow
Snap back to reality oh there goes gravity
Oh there goes Rabbit he choked
He's so mad but he won't give up that easy no
He won't have it he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter he's d**e he knows that but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows when he goes back
To his mobile home that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo this whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
Sunday night
I have a thing that in risk
Ooh but you set things right
Banging in the banks
Up the way
On the one for
Hoping she's in many things
You gotta let me frooze
I'm loyal at you
You know I rather had that than ih
Yow bbbbanging on the banks
The souls escaping through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is borin' but super stardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads God only knows he's grown farther
From home he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmo who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partna but the beat goes on
Da da dumb da dumb da da
Sunday night
I have a thing that in risk
Ooh but you set things right
Banging in the banks
Up the way
On the one for
Hoping she's in many things
You gotta let me frooze
I'm loyal at you
You know I rather had that than ih
Yow bbbbanging on the banks