Eminem
Eminem - In Your Head songtekst
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[The Cranberries:] 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 [Eminem:] I'm backing up my shit Smoke shit in the cars I can fit and I'm just driving as far as I can get Away from these problems, to all my sorrows I forget What's tomorrow like? 'Cause tonight I'm starting life again Kids in the corner won't stop f**king my ignoring Besides psycho when I fantasize Starting 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 nothing like Holding your head up high when you're dead inside And I just hide so in, case you're wondering why my insides showing 'Cause I done spilled all my guts and know some minds so I'm Picking them up and stuff them in the back f**k it I've done enough in this rap shit, Recovery brought me nothing But back, to where I was and perhaps, this could've been my victory lap if I wasn't on the verge of Relapse [The Cranberries:] 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 [Eminem:] It seems to be the reoccurring main thing The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen I went from an irate teenager to still raging Is 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 Blame me, I did it, did what? Hailie, baby, I didn't mean to make you eighty Percent of what I rapped about Maybe, I should've did a better job at separating Shady, and entertaining, from real life but this Dang thing, is still the hardest thing to explain It's the craziest shit I Ever seen it back then, it was like I ain't even Bother to taken into consideration You and [?] baby and older and make, hear me say things I did it, pay me, and be, it 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 Or should I start cranking in bitter Come playing beef and pick up by the same things 'Cause when I, look at me, I don't see what they see I feel the same greedy and lately I've been contemplating Escaping to get a ranger or whatever this road takes me It's making me crazy, what's in my? [The Cranberries:] 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