Everybody’s Looking at Me (STANS Soundtrack) Lyrics – Eminem

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[Intro]
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me (S*it is so crazy)
Everybody's...looking at me (It's like)
Everybody's looking at me (Everywhere I go I'm in the spotlight)
Everybody's...looking at me (From the moment I wake up, it's)

[Verse 1]
Lights, action, cameras flashing (Kssh)
Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashing, yeah
Moshing, everyone thrashing (Uh!)
Laughing, lashing in arrogant fashion
Type who might throw his underwear in the trash and
Wipe his ass with the American flag like Marilyn Manson (Haha)
Updated Axl Rose
White version of Shaft, pimp slapping hoes (Psh!)
Pull up like a Mac, jet black limo
Stretch so far back, can't see the back windows (*whistle*)
Stepping out, pink hats, furs and minks
B!tch on each arm, what the fu*k you think?
S*it, right arm got that kid from *NSYNC's b!tch on it (Britney!)
Left arm got that little P!nk chick on it (*kiss*)
Me and Dre at the VMAs again
Pissing off these lesbians and gays again
It's raining men (It's raining men!), strut as we walk the carpet
Stop under the tarp and talk to Carson (What up?)
BJ's pleading with us not to start s*it (Please, please!)
Not to stomp the s*it out of chocolate starfish (No!)
Pose for snapshots, paparazzi (Ch-ch)
Everybody's eyes are watching
Just trying to guess what I'ma do next, waiting to see
I just walk in, sit down and take my seat, it's like

[Chorus]
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watching me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' 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? I'm not (Somebody's watching me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 2]
Arrested for gun possession, have I learned my lesson?
Fu*k no, 'nother Smith and Wesson
Pissed off, pistol whipping, let's pick contestants
Mr. Just Can't Use His Fist For Weapons
Looking around for some next s*it to step in
Twisted rep', y'all got a misconception
I wonder would I be misunderstood
If I wasn't from the hood, I was from some good
Uppity dumb suburb in some upscale community?
I guess you can see what trailers do to me
Grow up, not give a fu*k, fail at school and be
Cool as me, scream "Fu*k $luts, jail and jewelry!"
I never woulda dreamed women ever woulda screamed
My name louder than *** when she's arguing with me
It's hard for me to be humble and still have it
In me to rumble with anybody who wants to
I must prove I'm no punk, he's punched through
It's for uncle, I know you're watching and I've much too
Much pride to show you that I'm hurting inside
I'll never let my guard down, this curtain is wide open and I

[Chorus]
What the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watching me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' 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? I'm not (Somebody's watching me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 3]
My private life is Springer five times a night
See it via satellite live right on site
And hold on tight, s*it, fu*k the Tyson fight
You might see my **** try suicide tonight (Aaah!)
See, I done fu*ked up and told so much
It'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 outta the news?
'Cause newsflashes travel faster than lightning rods
Oh God, he's on stage with Elton John!
He's got a motherfu*king pink GLAAD T-shirt on
Hugging a homos*xual, flipping 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 me, now had you have asked me
I'da told you exactly why I wasn't here last year
See, there's nominees for the best album
Rap's got a separate category, now how come?
What are we, peons? Fu*k Celine Dion!
Pee on your corny awards show you want me on!
But guess what? That means you win
I can't give in and let y'all beat me again
Plus this year, my record's almost diamond
I'm in the same category as Paul Simon
Ain't no other rap in the category I'm in
But they're calling me to the stage telling me I win
So just as I go to approach the podium
The crowd's going nuts like they're 'bout to explode or some'n'
Expecting me to give some acceptance speech
That's gonna knock each motherfu*ker outta their seats
But the truth is, I ain't have s*it to say
Except "thanks, but you shoulda gave this s*it to Dre"

[Chorus]
So what the hell are you looking at? (I always feel like)
What do I look like, a crook? I'm not (Somebody's watching me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' 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? I'm not (Somebody's watching me)
No criminal, I'm just a plain ol' guy (And I have no privacy)
So keep them opinions and walk on by (Oh-oh-oh)

[Outro]
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me
Everybody's looking at me
Everybody's...looking at me