Eminem - 8 Mile Road - Lyrics Chords

Tempo:
90 bpm
Chords used:

A

Am

E

Dm

F

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Eminem - 8 Mile Road - Lyrics chords
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[Eb] [Em]
[A]
[F] [A] [Am]
[A]
[F] [A] [Am]
[A] Sometimes I just feel like, waiting, I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just feeling real real life
Sometimes I wanna jump a stage, just kill mics
And so it's keeping what my level of stage like
But I'm still right, sometimes I just [E] hate life
Something [A] ain't right, hit the [Am] brake light
Thanks to the stage fright, throwin' the [A] plank like
Red light, red light, red light, red light, red light
And I climb up, I just slam shut, I just can't do it
My old manhood's just been straight, I've just been paid
So I must then get, on the bus then [E] split
Man fuck this [A] shit, yo, I'm going to [Am] fuck home
Where all of my shoulders was I run back to this [A] eight mile
I'm a man, I'm a make a new plan
Tell some bitty to stand up, and travel new [Dm] land
Now the beat, it's [A] taking matters into my own [Am] hands
Once I move through these tracks man I'm a never look back
My old manhood's gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mama I'm grown, I'm a straddle [A] alone
And can't follow the footsteps I'm making my [Am] own
Only way that I know how to escape from this [A] eight mile road
Walking these train tracks, tryna regain back the spirit I had
Before I go back to the same crap, to the same plant
In the same pants, tryna chase rap
Gotta move ASAP to get a new plan, mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sit in front of the TV, buries her nose in the bed
And discolors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
Watch her colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little [E] head
Wish I could be the [A] daddy that neither one of us [Am] had
But I keep running from something I never wanted so [A] bad
I'm like get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grown enough yet
Don't got a rep, my staff don't got [Am] enough pep
The rest is blue ups, man I'm just trying to do [A] what's best
And I cry, sit alone and I cry
Yo I'm on saloon ride, not a moment worth by
That I'm afraid of the sky, please I'm begging you God
Please don't let me be fishing, holding no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homie, wherever you are
Yo I'm telling you girl, I'm bailing this trail of the maw
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow
With everything I own, I'll make it on [Am] my own
I'ma walk and wherever I go, back to the state my own
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to stand up, and grab a new man
Time for me to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man, I'ma never look [A] back
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mama I'm grown, I'ma scrabble [Dm] alone
And keep following the [A] footsteps, I'm making my [Am] own
The only way that I know, how to escape from this [A] state my own
You thought you'd never to fill it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Well see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the [E] stillest
Superfork in this borderline of Detroit city limits
Is different, it's in certain significance
The [A] centric and the false in distancy
You'd never even see, but it's everything to me
It's my credibility, you've never seen her
It's not a matter of [Am] relevancy
Who's incredible to own the same pedestal as [A] me
You check, still unsigned, having a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and get dumb rhymes
Go to work and circle C's in the [Am] lunch line
But when it comes crunch time, where do my [A] punchlines go?
Who must I show, to bust my flow?
Where must I go, who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in a [Am] bucket
Cause I ain't having enough with this little rat in a slug bucket
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, no my clothes ain't about shit
If the salvation army trying to salvage an [A] outfit
And it's cold, trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm all stuck in this battling [E] mode
My defenses are [A] so off, and one thing I [Am] don't want
To speak from no one, this city is [A] no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to just make me want to jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just don't not
What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth is overloaded, gas that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no falling on next time I meet a new [Am] girl
I can no longer play stupid or be [A] immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the birds
I can urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these three world leaders, free and occurred
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a [E] bird
Then I turn and [A] cross over the median [Am] curve
Hit the verbs, and what you see is a blur
I make my own way, I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to stand up, and straddle through [Dm] land
Time for me to [A] take matters into my own [Am] hands
Once I'm over these tracks man, I'm never gonna look [A] back
My old place that I'm going, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mother I'm grown, I must travel alone
Can't keep following the footsteps, I'm making my [Am] own
Only way that I know, how to escape from this hate, my own
[Dm] [A] [Am]
[E] [Am]
[D] [Am]
[E] [Am]
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Am
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E
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Dm
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A
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To start learning Eminem - 8 Mile chords, delve into these chords sequence to get the song's feel: A, Am and A. Kick off your practice at a gentle 45 BPM, then escalate to the song's tempo of 90 BPM. Given the song's key of A Minor, adjust the capo to align with your vocal range and chord preference.

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_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ [A] Sometimes I just feel like, waiting, I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just feeling real real life
Sometimes I wanna jump a stage, just kill mics
And so it's keeping what my level of stage like
But I'm still right, sometimes I just [E] hate life
Something [A] ain't right, hit the [Am] brake light
Thanks to the stage fright, throwin' the [A] plank like
Red light, red light, red light, red light, red light
And I climb up, I just slam shut, I just can't do it
My old manhood's just been straight, I've just been paid
So I must then get, on the bus then [E] split
Man fuck this [A] shit, yo, I'm going to [Am] fuck home
Where all of my shoulders was I run back to this [A] eight mile
I'm a man, I'm a make a new plan
Tell some bitty to stand up, and travel new [Dm] land
Now the beat, it's [A] taking matters into my own [Am] hands
Once I move through these tracks man I'm a never look back
My old manhood's gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mama I'm grown, I'm a straddle [A] alone
And can't follow the footsteps I'm making my [Am] own
Only way that I know how to escape from this [A] eight mile road
Walking these train tracks, tryna regain back the spirit I had
Before I go back to the same crap, to the same plant
In the same pants, tryna chase rap
Gotta move ASAP to get a new plan, mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sit in front of the TV, buries her nose in the bed
And discolors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
Watch her colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little [E] head
Wish I could be the [A] daddy that neither one of us [Am] had
But I keep running from something I never wanted so [A] bad
I'm like get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grown enough yet
Don't got a rep, my staff don't got [Am] enough pep
The rest is blue ups, man I'm just trying to do [A] what's best
And I cry, sit alone and I cry
Yo I'm on saloon ride, not a moment worth by
That I'm afraid of the sky, please I'm begging you God
Please don't let me be fishing, holding no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homie, wherever you are
Yo I'm telling you girl, I'm bailing this trail of the maw
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow
With everything I own, I'll make it on [Am] my own
I'ma walk and wherever I go, back to the state my own
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to stand up, and grab a new man
Time for me to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man, I'ma never look [A] back
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mama I'm grown, I'ma scrabble [Dm] alone
And keep following the [A] footsteps, I'm making my [Am] own
The only way that I know, how to escape from this [A] state my own
You thought you'd never to fill it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Well see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the [E] stillest
Superfork in this borderline of Detroit city limits
Is different, it's in certain significance
The [A] centric and the false in distancy
You'd never even see, but it's everything to me
It's my credibility, you've never seen her
It's not a matter of [Am] relevancy
Who's incredible to own the same pedestal as [A] me
You check, still unsigned, having a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and get dumb rhymes
Go to work and circle C's in the [Am] lunch line
But when it comes crunch time, where do my [A] punchlines go?
Who must I show, to bust my flow?
Where must I go, who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in a [Am] bucket
Cause I ain't having enough with this little rat in a slug bucket
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, no my clothes ain't about shit
If the salvation army trying to salvage an [A] outfit
And it's cold, trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm all stuck in this battling [E] mode
My defenses are [A] so off, and one thing I [Am] don't want
To speak from no one, this city is [A] no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to just make me want to jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just don't not
What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth is overloaded, gas that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no falling on next time I meet a new [Am] girl
I can no longer play stupid or be [A] immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the birds
I can urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these three world leaders, free and occurred
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a [E] bird
Then I turn and [A] cross over the median [Am] curve
Hit the verbs, and what you see is a blur
I make my own way, I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to stand up, and straddle through [Dm] land
Time for me to [A] take matters into my own [Am] hands
Once I'm over these tracks man, I'm never gonna look [A] back
My old place that I'm going, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mother I'm grown, I must travel alone
Can't keep following the footsteps, I'm making my [Am] own
Only way that I know, how to escape from this hate, my own _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _
[D] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _

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This song was penned by Eminem and Freeway.

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