Chords for Eminem - Go to Sleep Lyrics

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_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep, ain't gonna breathe till I see what I wanna see.
And what I wanna see is you go to [G] sleep in the dirt, permanently, you just being hurt.
This ain't gonna [Gm] work for me, it just wouldn't be sufficient enough, cause we are just gonna be enemies.
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see either of us coming to terms, but we can agree, there
ain't gonna be no reason speaking with me.
You [G] speak on my seed, then me [Gm] no speaking in glass.
So [D] we gonna beef and keep on beefing and [G] less, you're gonna agree to meet [Gm] with me in the
flesh, instead of this face to face.
And you're gonna [G] see a demon unleashed in me [Gm] that you never seen, and you're gonna see
this gangster be on himself.
I [G] see you D12 and thanks, [Gm] but me need no help.
Me do this run on my Wyoming, I don't [G] need 15 of my homies.
When I [Gm] see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only.
We never met, but [G] best believe you gonna know me when I'm this [Gm] close, let's see you expose this phony.
[G] Come on bitch, throw me, pick me up, throw me, lift [Gm] me up, hold me, just like you told
me you was gonna do.
Cause when I start you're pitiful, I'm ready you, on you, it's time you get up.
Go to sleep bitch, die motherfucking, die, die motherfucker, close your eyes.
Go to sleep bitch, [G] why are you still alive?
How many [Gm] times I gotta [E] say close your eyes?
[Gm] Go to sleep bitch, die motherfucking, die, die, die motherfucker, die, die.
Go to sleep bitch, [G] why are you still alive?
Die [Gm] motherfucker, die, die, die, die.
Nervous on purpose to hurt your [G] focus.
Use not MC's, use worthless, use not them G's, use a [Gm] circus, use no appeal.
Please use curtain, you use words, who heard slurred in 2003?
You perpet, use no [G] threat, who's your servant when [Gm] lyrically on a bird?
You beneath the dirt, fuck with a label overseeing the earth.
Shady motherfucker, oh trice birth.
And as I mold, I become more curved so we can put down the verse.
Take it to the terse, cock and squeeze and he who [G] reached the earth is he [Gm] who,
defeats fiction in his verse.
And as I breathe and you be deceased, the world believe you to see,
kiss the street, use not the streets, use the desk.
Use not your chest nigga, use your vest before two shoes your rest.
You chose death, six feet deep nigga, that's the death.
Now go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker, die.
Time's up bitch, close your eyes.
Go to sleep bitch, why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say close your eyes?
And go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker, die.
Die, die motherfucker, die.
Die, go to sleep bitch, [G] why are you still alive?
Why, [Gm] die motherfucker, die.
Hey girl, I'ma walk like a bitch, yeah.
Walk like the street, yeah.
I'ma stay late to New York with the heat, yeah.
Stalked on the [G] beat, yeah.
Walk with my feet, uh.
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleep.
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going.
Shit [Gm] don't sleep, then sleep not knowing.
But I'ma keep going, getting larger than life.
Easy going, but the same one that started the fight.
He be knowing how dark it, but his [G] dog don't bite.
Touch the [Gm] storm, the dope shit, his dog's on fire.
Grand champion, my [G] bloodline is tight.
It's [Gm] just so good, it's so right.
You can try to holler, but couldn't holler back.
Now they got to swallow everything in the sack.
Go track, track, damn dog, why you had to do the niggas thing?
Gotta go to sleep, bitch.
Die, motherfucker, die.
Uh, line up, bitch, close your eyes.
[G] Go to sleep, bitch.
Why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say close your eyes?
And go to [Gm] sleep, bitch.
Die, motherfucker, die.
Die, motherfucker, die.
Go to sleep, bitch.
Why are you still alive?
Why?
Die, motherfucker, die.
Go to sleep, bitch.
All you motherfuckers.
[G] Take that.
Here, take these too, bitch.
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We'll kill you all, you motherfuckers dead.
All of you.
Fake ass gangsters.
[G] No more press, no more press.
[Gm] Rot, motherfuckers, rot.
DJ, in the dirt, bitch.
In the motherfucking dirt.
_ Die nameless, bitch.
Die nameless.
No more fame. _ _ _ _ _
Yo, X, come on, man. Let go.
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