Lirik Lagu Everybody's Looking At Me - Eminem
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Everybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at me (Shit is so crazy)Everybody's lookin' at me (It's like)Everybody's lookin' at me (Everywhere I go, I'm in the spotlight)Everybody's lookin' at me (From the moment I wake up, it's)
Lights, action, cameras flashin' (Shh)Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashin' (Yeah)Moshin', everyone thrashin' (Ugh)Laughin', lashin' in arrogant fashionType who might throw his underwear in the trash andWipe his ass with the American flag like Marilyn Manson (Haha)Updated Axl RoseWhite version of Shaft, pimp slappin' hoes (Psh)Pull up like a Mac, jet black limosStretch so far back, can't see the back windowsSteppin' out, pink hats, furs, and minksBitch on each arm, what the fuck you think? (Shit)Right arm got that kid from NSYNC's bitch on it (Britney)Left arm got that little P!nk chick on itMe and Dre at the VMA's againPissin' off these lesbians and gays again (It's rainin' men)Strut as we walk the carpetStop under the tarp and talk to Carson (What up?)BJ's pleadin' with us not to start shit (Please, please)Not to stomp the shit out of Chocolate Starfish (No)Pose for the snapshots, paparazzi (Ch-ch)Everybody's eyes are watchin'Just tryin' to guess what I'ma do next, waitin' to seeI just walk in, sit down, and take my seat, it's like
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
Arrested for gun possessionHave I learned my lesson? Fuck no, 'nother Smith & WessonPissed off, pistol whippin', let's pick contestantsMr. Just Can't Use His Fist For WeaponsLookin' around for some next shit to step inTwisted rep, y'all got a misconceptionI wonder would I be misunderstoodIf I wasn't from the hood, I was from some goodUppity-dum suburb in some upscale community?I guess you can see what trailers do to meGrow up, not give a fuck, fail in school and be cool as meScream, "Fuck sluts, jail, and jewelry"I never would've dreamed women ever would've screamedMy name louder than miK when she's arguin' with meIt's hard for me to be humble and still have it in me to rumble with anybody who wants toI must prove I'm no punk, he's punched through, it's for uncle, I know you're watchin'And I'm much too much pride to show you that I'm hurtin' insideI'll never let my guard down, this curtain is wide open and I
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
My private life is Springer, five times a nightSee it via satellite, live right on site and hold on tightShit, fuck the Tyson fight, you might see my efiw try suicide tonight (What? Yikes)See, I done fucked up and told so muchIt's probably the only reason I sold so much'Cause y'all know so much, what's left to do?But try to keep my pointy-ass nose out of the news'Cause newsflashes travel faster than lightning rods"Oh God, he's on stage with Elton JohnHe's got a motherfucking pink GLAAD T-Shirt onHuggin' a homosexual, flippin' the cameras off""But at the Grammys? Thought Slim hated the Grammys"No, I said, "You think I give a damn about a Grammy?"You never answered meNow had you have asked me, I'da told you exactly why I wasn't here last yearSee, there's nominees for the best albumRap's got a separate category, now how come?What are we, peons? Fuck Celine DionPee on your corny award show you want me onBut guess what? That means you winI can't give in and let y'all beat me againPlus, this year, my record's almost diamondI'm in the same category as Paul SimonAin't no other rap in the category I'm inBut they're callin' me to the stage, tellin' me I winSo just as I go on to approach the podiumThe crowd's goin' nuts like they're about to explode or somethin'Expectin' me to give some acceptance speechThat's gonna knock each motherfucker out of their seatsBut the truth is, I ain't have shit to sayExcept, "Thanks, but you should've gave this shit to Dre," so
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
Everybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at me
Lights, action, cameras flashin' (Shh)Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashin' (Yeah)Moshin', everyone thrashin' (Ugh)Laughin', lashin' in arrogant fashionType who might throw his underwear in the trash andWipe his ass with the American flag like Marilyn Manson (Haha)Updated Axl RoseWhite version of Shaft, pimp slappin' hoes (Psh)Pull up like a Mac, jet black limosStretch so far back, can't see the back windowsSteppin' out, pink hats, furs, and minksBitch on each arm, what the fuck you think? (Shit)Right arm got that kid from NSYNC's bitch on it (Britney)Left arm got that little P!nk chick on itMe and Dre at the VMA's againPissin' off these lesbians and gays again (It's rainin' men)Strut as we walk the carpetStop under the tarp and talk to Carson (What up?)BJ's pleadin' with us not to start shit (Please, please)Not to stomp the shit out of Chocolate Starfish (No)Pose for the snapshots, paparazzi (Ch-ch)Everybody's eyes are watchin'Just tryin' to guess what I'ma do next, waitin' to seeI just walk in, sit down, and take my seat, it's like
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
Arrested for gun possessionHave I learned my lesson? Fuck no, 'nother Smith & WessonPissed off, pistol whippin', let's pick contestantsMr. Just Can't Use His Fist For WeaponsLookin' around for some next shit to step inTwisted rep, y'all got a misconceptionI wonder would I be misunderstoodIf I wasn't from the hood, I was from some goodUppity-dum suburb in some upscale community?I guess you can see what trailers do to meGrow up, not give a fuck, fail in school and be cool as meScream, "Fuck sluts, jail, and jewelry"I never would've dreamed women ever would've screamedMy name louder than miK when she's arguin' with meIt's hard for me to be humble and still have it in me to rumble with anybody who wants toI must prove I'm no punk, he's punched through, it's for uncle, I know you're watchin'And I'm much too much pride to show you that I'm hurtin' insideI'll never let my guard down, this curtain is wide open and I
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
My private life is Springer, five times a nightSee it via satellite, live right on site and hold on tightShit, fuck the Tyson fight, you might see my efiw try suicide tonight (What? Yikes)See, I done fucked up and told so muchIt's probably the only reason I sold so much'Cause y'all know so much, what's left to do?But try to keep my pointy-ass nose out of the news'Cause newsflashes travel faster than lightning rods"Oh God, he's on stage with Elton JohnHe's got a motherfucking pink GLAAD T-Shirt onHuggin' a homosexual, flippin' the cameras off""But at the Grammys? Thought Slim hated the Grammys"No, I said, "You think I give a damn about a Grammy?"You never answered meNow had you have asked me, I'da told you exactly why I wasn't here last yearSee, there's nominees for the best albumRap's got a separate category, now how come?What are we, peons? Fuck Celine DionPee on your corny award show you want me onBut guess what? That means you winI can't give in and let y'all beat me againPlus, this year, my record's almost diamondI'm in the same category as Paul SimonAin't no other rap in the category I'm inBut they're callin' me to the stage, tellin' me I winSo just as I go on to approach the podiumThe crowd's goin' nuts like they're about to explode or somethin'Expectin' me to give some acceptance speechThat's gonna knock each motherfucker out of their seatsBut the truth is, I ain't have shit to sayExcept, "Thanks, but you should've gave this shit to Dre," so
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)I said, "What the hell are you looking at?" (I always feel like)What do I look like, a crook? (Somebody's watchin' me)I'm not no criminal, I'm just a plain old guy (And I have no privacy)So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)
Everybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at meEverybody's lookin' at me
