s on in a Tigers' fitee Bail out in the Olds' Cutlass Supreme Where we iron blue collars and crease the jeans Either in Mount Clemens, Six Mile, Grand River, Seven Mile
ain't got shit Work in back of a throwback I'm cold up in this hallway Hustling out it all day Trying to get this money And that Audi 8 in all grey Haters
' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the porno boys
there man trust me homey, my ears don't lie to me who else am i forgetting Oh yeah, Obie Trice Bobby Creekwater, and basically man the whole city of Detroit 8 mile road
the music you all accuse me of try na destroy Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit Crossin' 8 mile into Warren into hick
crossroads down round Willow bank Seen a Buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank Well I chased him through them county roads till a sign said Canadian border 5 miles
to do. As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw maybellene in a coup de ville. A cadillac a-rollin' on the open road, Nothin' will outrun my v8 ford.
', niggaz (riiiide) Up and down, Sixth; P.A., niggaz (we riiiide) Up and down, Seven; 7 Mile, dawgs (this is how we ride) Up and down, Eight (ride); 8 Mile
nobody acknowledges That boys in bands got it so damn bad But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have I'm putting miles on my body 'bout due
nobody acknowledges that boys in vans got it so damn bad But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have I'm putting miles on my body, bout due
380 looking for Shady If I catch him at the shelter, I'ma pull his file Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile [Daddy-X] We drinking drank
the crossroads out bout willow bank Seen the buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank Well I chased him through them county roads Till the sign said Canadian border five miles
too short, ain't got the time For a troubled heart and a troubled mind Got a V-8 Ford slung low to the ground Got a highway leading me outta town A road
for Shady If I catch him at the shelter, I'ma pull his file Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile (Daddy-X) We drinking drank, drank
We gotta get out of this one man- 8, 9 hours more we drive. Someone has to take the wheel now man- it's my last mile to drive. This is just like sailing
things you used to do, As I was motivatin' over the hill, I saw Maybelline in a Coup de Ville, Cadillac rollin' on the open road, nothin' outrun my V8
You think someone would lend a helpin hand, they choose to see me crawl [Verse 2] Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit rich portage Drove miles
just a simple little flow but the lyrics is wild I'm going gold, I'll be on the open road for a while Because we worked all day on a miracle mile And