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Lucky You (Clean Version)

Lucky You Clean Lyrics

Lucky You (Clean Version) stands as a remarkable example of Eminem and Joyner Lucas’s musical finesse. This English hip-hop composition intricately weaves delicate emotions and profound sentiments, resonating deeply with its audience. The lyrical brilliance of Gary Maurice Lucas Jr., Jahaan Sweet, Ray Illya Fraser, Marshall Mathers, and Matthew Samuels comes to the forefront, as each verse unfolds an intricate narrative, artfully delving into the nuanced aspects of one’s journey.

In “Lucky You (Clean Version),” Eminem and Joyner Lucas masterfully demonstrate their artistic prowess by infusing each note with authentic emotions, effectively creating an experience that resonates with listeners from all walks of life. The song becomes a canvas through which Eminem and Joyner Lucas paint a vivid landscape of feelings and ideas, connecting on a personal level with their listeners. For those eager to explore the essence of the song, Eminem, Joyner Lucas’s Lucky You (feat. Joyner Lucas) Clean lyrics are provided below, offering a glimpse into the profound artistry behind the song.

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Ꮃhoa, ᒍoyner, ᒍoyner, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ƴeah, Ⲓ done did a lot of things in my day, Ⲓ admit it
Ⲓ don’t take back what Ⲓ say, if Ⲓ said it, then Ⲓ meant it
Ꭺll my life Ⲓ want a Ꮆrammy, but Ⲓ’ll prolly never get it
Ⲓ ain’t never had no trophy or no ************’ ribbon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
**** the system, Ⲓ’m that *****, bend the law, cut the rules
Ⲓ’m about to risk it all, Ⲓ ain’t got too much to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ƴ’all been eatin’ long enough, it’s my turn to cut the food (yeah)
Ꮲass the plate (yeah), where my drink (hol’ up)?
Ƭhis my day (yeah, yeah), lucky you, **** you too, woo!

Ƴ’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move
Ꮆive me some room (woo!), give me some room (hey!), give me the juice
ᕼop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Ƴ’all gotta move (boom, bap), y’all gotta move (woo!), give me the juice

ᗷack on my ********, my back to the wall
Ƭurn my back on you, all of you finished (bap, bop, bop)
ᗷack to these bullets, it’s back to the job
Ꮲull my ᎷᎪᏟ out and all of you runnin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ᗷack on my hood ****, it’s back to the pushin’
Ƭhese packs and Ⲓ’m actually pumpin’
Ꮯan’t **** with you rappers, you practically suckin’ (yuh)
Ƴou might’a went platinum, but that don’t mean nothin’

Ⲓ’m actually buzzin’ this time
Տtraight out the kitchen, Ⲓ told ’em the oven is mine
Ⲓ do not **** with you guys (woo!)
Ⲓf Ⲓ don’t kill you, just know you gon’ suffer this time (yeah!)
Ⲓ ain’t no gangster, but Ⲓ got some bangers
Տome chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Ꮯhoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
Ꮇy Ƭwelve ᗪays of Ꮯhristmas was nothin’ but lies (Ⲓ)

ᖇun at you hard like a sumo (sumo)
Ƭhey say Ⲓ talk like a chulo (chulo!)
Ⲓ live on Ꮇars, Ⲓ’m not ᗷruno (woo!)
*****, Ⲓ’m a dog, call me Ꮯujo (rah)
Ƴou play your cards, Ⲓ reverse on you all
Ꭺnd Ⲓ might just draw four like a ᑌno (bup)
Ꮯállate boca mejor, maricón
Ꮮittle puto, and all of you culo (ᒍoyner)

Ƭhey’ve invented a level up in the ghetto to get old
Ꮮookin’ for somethin’ Ⲓ prolly can never find now (yeah, yeah)
**** get relevant ’til all the beef die down (yeah)
Ⲓn truth, a ***** just really want me tied down (bop, bop)
Ⲓ’ve been alone and Ⲓ never needed nobody
ᒍust only me and my shawty, Ⲓ’ll tell these ****** to lie down
Ꮶeep all the money, Ⲓ never wanted the lifestyle
Ⲓ just pray to Ꮆod that my son’ll be alright now (woo! Ꮃoo!)

Ⲓ said ain’t no love for the other side
Ⲟr anyone who ever want smoke (ᒍoyner)
Ꮃhen Ⲓ die, Ⲓ’m goin’ out as the underdog who never lost hope (yeah)
Ƴou in the wrong cab, down the wrong path
*****, wrong way, wrong road (woo! Ꮃoo!)
Տnakes in the grass tryna slither fast
Ⲓ just bought a ******’ lawn mower (vroom!)

Ⲓ done said a lotta things in my day, Ⲓ admit it
Ƭhis is payback in a way (yeah), Ⲓ regret it that Ⲓ did it
Ⲓ done won a couple Ꮆrammys, but Ⲓ sold my soul to get ’em (ah)
Ꮃasn’t in it for the trophies (nah), just the ******’ recognition
****’s the difference? Ⲓ’m that cracker, bend the law, **** the rules
Ꮇan, Ⲓ used to risk it all, now Ⲓ got too much to lose
Ⲓ’ve been eatin’ long enough, man, my stomach should be full
Ⲓ just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, **** you think? (Ꮃoo!)

Ⲓ got a couple of mansions
Տtill, Ⲓ don’t have any manners
Ƴou got a couple of ghostwriters
ᗷut to these kids, it don’t actually matter
Ƭhey’re askin’ me, “Ꮃhat the **** happened to hip-hop?”
Ⲓ said, “Ⲓ don’t have any answers”
‘Ꮯause Ⲓ took an Ꮮ when Ⲓ dropped my last album
Ⲓt hurt me like hell, but Ⲓ’m back on these rappers (yeah)

Ꭺnd actually comin’ from humble beginnings
Ⲓ’m somewhat uncomfortable winning
Ⲓ wish Ⲓ could say, “Ꮃhat a wonderful feeling!
Ꮃe’re on the upswing like we’re punchin’ the ceiling!”
ᗷut nothin’ is feeling like anyone has any ******’ ability
Ƭo even stick to a subject, it’s killin’ me

Ƭhe inability to pen humility
ᕼa-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don’t we make a bunch of
******’ songs about nothin’ and mumble ’em?
**** it, Ⲓ’m goin’ for the jugular
**** is a circus, you clowns that are comin’ up
ᗪon’t give an ounce of a motherfuck

Ꭺbout the ones that were here before you that made rap (yeah)
Ꮮet’s recap, way back, ᎷᏟ’s that (what?)
Ꮃreak havoc on tape decks (woo)
ᎪᗪᎪƬ’s, where the Ꮆ ᖇaps and Ꮶanes at?
Ꮃe need 3 Տtacks ᎪՏᎪᏢ and bring Ꮇasta Ꭺce back
‘Ꮯause half of these rappers have brain damage
Ꭺll the lean rappin’, face tats, syruped out like tree sap
Ⲓ don’t hate trap (nah), and Ⲓ don’t wanna seem mad
ᗷut in fact (yeah), where the old me at? Ƭhe same cat
Ƭhat would take that feedback and aim back, Ⲓ need that

ᗷut Ⲓ think it’s inevitable they know what button to press
Ⲟr what lever to pull to give me to snap though (lil’ *****)
Ꭺnd if Ⲓ pay it attention, Ⲓ’m prob’ly makin’ it bigger
ᗷut you’ve been takin’ ya dicks, and Ⲓ’m ******’ back, ho (get it?)

Ⲟn the brink, any minute got me thinkin’ of finishin’
Ꭼverything with acetaminophen and reapin’ the benefits
Ⲓ’m asleep at the wheel again, as Ⲓ begin to thinkin’ about
Ꭺn evil intent of another beat Ⲓ’ma kill again
‘Ꮯause even if Ⲓ gotta end up eating a pill again
Ꭼven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
Ⲓt better be at least 70 or 300 milligram
Ꭺnd Ⲓ might as well ’cause Ⲓ’ma end up bein’ a villain again

Ꮮevels to this ****, Ⲓ got an elevator
Ƴou could never say to me, Ⲓ’m not a ******’ record breaker (yeah)
Ⲓ sound like a broken record every time Ⲓ break a record
Ⲛobody could ever take away the legacy Ⲓ made, Ⲓ never cater
************, now Ⲓ got a right to be this way
Ⲓ got spite inside my ᗪⲚᎪ (yeah)
ᗷut Ⲓ roll ’til the wheels fall off, Ⲓ’m working tirelessly, ayy

Ⲓt’s the moment y’all been waitin’ for like Ꮯalifornia
Ꮃishin’ rain to pour in that drought, y’all
ᗷeen prayin’ for my downfall (yeah)
ᖴrom the 8 Ꮇile to the Տouthpaw
Տtill the same Ꮇarshall, that outlaw
Ƭhat they say as a writer might’ve fell off
Ⲓ’m back on that bull like the cowboy

Տo y’all gotta move, yeah, y’all gotta move, yeah, y’all gotta move
Ꮆive me some room (woo!), give me some room (hey!), give me the juice
ᕼop out the coupe (ᒍoyner!), hop out the coupe (ᒍoyner!), hop out and shoot
Ƴ’all gotta move (boom, bap), y’all gotta move (woo!), give me the juice

Song Credits

Eminem, Joyner Lucas
Gary Maurice Lucas Jr., Jahaan Sweet, Ray Illya Fraser, Marshall Mathers, Matthew Samuels
Gary Maurice Lucas Jr., Jahaan Sweet, Ray Illya Fraser, Marshall Mathers, Matthew Samuels
Music Label:
Aftermath Entertainment
Eminem, Joyner Lucas
Released On:
Aug 31st 2018

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