14/12/2017 Eminem

What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh I'm packin' up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit And I'm just drivin' as far as I can get Away from these problems 'til all of my sorrows I forget What's tomorrow like? 'Cause tonight I'm startin' life again Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I goin'? Besides psycho when I fantasize startin' my whole life over Yeah right, oh and I might go and Get hypnotized so I don't even recognize no one I try to look alive because there's nothin' like holdin' Your head up high when you're dead inside and I just hide, so in Case you're wonderin' why my inside's showin' 'Cause I done spilled all my guts and those are mine so I'm Pickin' them up and stuffin' them back Fuck it, I've done enough in this rap shit Recovery brought me nothin' but back To right where I was and perhaps This coulda been my victory lap, if I wasn't on the verge of relapse What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh It seems to be the reoccurring main theme The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen I went from an irate teenager to still raging Isn't it though amazing: back then I put anything Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy or angry I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it Yay me, I did it! ...Did what? Hailie, baby, I didn't mean to make you eighty Percent of what I rapped about Maybe I shoulda did a better job at separating Shady and entertaining from real life But this fame thing is still the hardest thing to explain It's the craziest shit I Ever seen, and back then it was like I ain't even Bothered taking into consideration You one day being older and may hear me say things I didn't (A) mean and (B) just ain't me Okay, so ladies and gentlemen Let's strip away everything and see the main reason that I Feel like a lame piece of shit, I sound cranky and bitter Complain, beef and bicker 'bout the same things 'Cause when I look at me, I don't see what they see I feel ashamed, greedy And lately I've been contemplating Escaping to get away and go wherever this road takes me It's making me crazy, what's in my What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh