Fine Line
Eminem Lyrics


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Another day, another hotel, the inside of it's nice though
Oh well, this is my life so as I go and try to close for the nights show
See how far that line goes, still blows my mind, show business
Guess I'll never get some of this shit just always feels so weird
To this day cause all I ever did
Was just say the shit I would've wanted to hear
Other people say to me when I was a kid
So please don't make me some type of hero
'Cause I will say some inspirational shit in a real way but will still have a field day
With some of the fucked up shit in the world and tell it to sucking a dick
'Cause I still make fun of a situation
Someone's in like a son of a bitch at anothers expense
I'm fuckin' relentless as fuck when it comes to this pen
I struggle with coming to senses
Stuck on the fence on a balance beam if I seem unbalanced
It's challenging but my conscience allows me to think
The most foulish childish things without even blinking
Without even thinkin' about, all the stinkin'
Amounts of people that seem to be reachin' in the crowds
I'm scream in the palace, sold out this evening
But now it's, maybe down to sleeping
Is it really my soul to keep or
Have I sold it cheap is it greed
Do I take more than I need
When I joke of leavin'
But keep over achievin'
'Cause what it's stole from me I've barely broken even

It's a fine, fine line

So I notice how I paint myself
And through my hair when ordeals I'm so vain
I want my respect but ignore the
Butterfly effect that comes from my dialect
Till I, sit in the dark and I reflect
And my reflection shows what it's like here
'Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights, yeah
It's like a nightmare
I said, this vanity surrounded by these lights is a nightmare
And I don't like how I see myself, so I open the Bible to Isaiah
'Cause I swear to Christ there are nights where I stay up at night
And say a prayer twice just to make sure God hears cause this ice layer
I skate on's a nice way of putting it but I like stands
Feistier then a triceritops and like a dice player
I got a nice paradise here, sealed off in my lair
Away from the bullshit good safe place to sit and talk shit
From this house it's quite big, but it ain't when you can't leave it
And I feel so isolated, nice I made it
But it's like I paid the price of fame twice, I hate it
So I bitch about my life then make another song, it's a cycle ain't it
Then I wonder why I'm still famous
I keep walkin' the line
This gold fish poke it's old
But especially when you don't know
If your conscience is sayin' I told you so
'Cause you don't even know anymore if you got the soul of a soldier
Or you sold your soul

It's a fine, fine line

And from here you look so small
Hovering high above us all
Please come back, to me

I still remember the times when
They were simpler than the rhymes of
Vanilla Ice were when I was just killin' the mics
I'll never forget what that feeling was like
I miss those times now when I was just starting out
Without a dime and, now I'm diamond
I can't even stage dive in the crowd anymore now when I've been
Stuck in this house hibernatin'
Hate even going outside it
Sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk in Target and look at shit browse
I don't even want to buy nothin'
I just wanna fuckin' walk around inside it
Look how excited I sound when I get to talkin' bout life and
Everything about it I miss, which now reminds me
Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz
Wow, I must have had Alzheimers
Long time since I shouted them out, bout time
'Cause it's been on my mind lately how
Zee, you always supported me
You vouched, I will never forget that and
How you guys, accepted me for me and Pace
I love you too, you slept on my couch
And I been thinkin' 'bout the time when I slept on the floor at the outhouse
Rhyming's all we ever wanted to do
And regardless how life has turned out
Inside I'm, I'll always be an outsider
My life has been turned inside out but I





It's a fine, fine line

Overall Meaning

In Fine Line, Eminem is sharing his thoughts on fame and the toll it takes on his personal life. He talks about the luxurious hotels he stays in but feels isolated and disconnected even amidst such indulgence. He also reflects on the responsibility he feels with regards to his words and the impact they can have on his fans. He wants to be looked up to but is afraid of being put on a pedestal, as he wants to be true to himself and say things he would have appreciated hearing when he was younger. He's also aware of the dangers of vanity and how easy it is to get lost in it, especially when surrounded by the relentless pursuit of show business. He often doubts whether he's stayed true to his principles or let his desire for success and wealth erode his integrity.


Eminem also reflects on his past and how he started as a struggling artist with nothing. He misses the simplicity of those times when making music was all that mattered. He acknowledges how far he has come and how different his life is now, but he's also conscious of the price he's had to pay for that success. He's stuck in a cycle of dissatisfaction with his life, followed by making music about his problems, and then getting more famous for it. He ends the song by acknowledging his roots and the people who have supported him throughout his journey.


Line by Line Meaning

Another day, another hotel, the inside of it's nice though
Despite the monotony of touring and living out of hotels, the luxury inside is appreciated.


Oh well, this is my life so as I go and try to close for the nights show
Although it can be challenging, this is Eminem's chosen path, and he's doing his best to make it through each performance.


See how far that line goes, still blows my mind, show business
The scope and power of show business continue to amaze Eminem, despite the industry's challenges and downsides.


Guess I'll never get some of this shit just always feels so weird
Eminem struggles to come to terms with some of the oddities and injustices of the industry, but knows that it's something he'll never fully understand.


To this day cause all I ever did Was just say the shit I would've wanted to hear Other people say to me when I was a kid
Eminem takes pride in the fact that he's always spoken his truth and said what he wished someone would have told him when he was young.


So please don't make me some type of hero 'Cause I will say some inspirational shit in a real way but will still have a field day With some of the fucked up shit in the world and tell it to sucking a dick
While Eminem recognizes that he can inspire people, he doesn't want to be held up as some sort of perfect, infallible figure. He's still going to make crude, irreverent jokes and say offensive things when he's upset.


'Cause I still make fun of a situation Someone's in like a son of a bitch at anothers expense I'm fuckin' relentless as fuck when it comes to this pen
Eminem won't hesitate to make fun of people or situations, even if it's cruel, because he knows that's the style that's made him famous and propelled him to where he is today.


I struggle with coming to senses Stuck on the fence on a balance beam if I seem unbalanced It's challenging but my conscience allows me to think The most foulish childish things without even blinking
Eminem grapples with finding balance and maintaining sanity in a world that is so chaotic and absurd. He struggles to reconcile his conscience and sense of humor, but knows that he can't censor himself too much or he'll lose his edge.


Without even thinkin' about, all the stinkin' Amounts of people that seem to be reachin' in the crowds I'm scream in the palace, sold out this evening
Eminem is aware of the multitude of people in his audience, but doesn't really consider them as individuals. The thrill of performing in front of a sold-out crowd is still exciting and surreal to him.


Is it really my soul to keep or Have I sold it cheap is it greed Do I take more than I need When I joke of leavin' But keep over achievin' 'Cause what it's stole from me I've barely broken even
Eminem contemplates whether he's given too much of himself to the industry and its demands. He jokes about quitting, but knows that he's driven to keep going and achieving more success, even though it sometimes feels like he's not getting enough in return.


So I notice how I paint myself And through my hair when ordeals I'm so vain I want my respect but ignore the Butterfly effect that comes from my dialect
Eminem is aware of his own vanity and the image he presents to the world. He wants respect and admiration, but doesn't always consider how his words and actions can have a ripple effect on his fans and society as a whole.


Till I, sit in the dark and I reflect And my reflection shows what it's like here 'Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights, yeah It's like a nightmare I said, this vanity surrounded by these lights is a nightmare And I don't like how I see myself, so I open the Bible to Isaiah 'Cause I swear to Christ there are nights where I stay up at night And say a prayer twice just to make sure God hears cause this ice layer
Eminem sometimes feels trapped and almost haunted by his own fame and vanity. It feels like a dark, twisted dream that he can't seem to escape from. He turns to religion for comfort and solace, but still struggles with intense feelings of isolation and insecurity.


I skate on's a nice way of putting it but I like stands Feistier then a triceritops and like a dice player I got a nice paradise here, sealed off in my lair Away from the bullshit good safe place to sit and talk shit
Eminem acknowledges the luxury and rewards that his fame has brought him, but also admits that he's isolated himself from the world and surrounded himself with yes-men. He feels like he's living in a bubble and doesn't have to face the consequences of his actions or take real risks.


From this house it's quite big, but it ain't when you can't leave it And I feel so isolated, nice I made it But it's like I paid the price of fame twice, I hate it So I bitch about my life then make another song, it's a cycle ain't it Then I wonder why I'm still famous
Eminem acknowledges that his success has created a sort of gilded cage around him. Even though his house is spacious and luxurious, it feels like a prison because he can't go outside without being swarmed by fans and paparazzi. He hates the drawbacks of fame, but also recognizes that his complaints are somewhat hypocritical since he continues to write songs and profit from his celebrity status.


This gold fish poke it's old But especially when you don't know If your conscience is sayin' I told you so 'Cause you don't even know anymore if you got the soul of a soldier Or you sold your soul
Eminem uses the metaphor of a goldfish to illustrate how easy it is to get lost in the trappings of fame and forget what's really important. He can't even trust his own conscience anymore, and worries that he may have compromised his values by becoming too caught up in the industry and its demands.


And from here you look so small Hovering high above us all Please come back, to me
Eminem feels like an outsider, looking down on the world from a great height. He longs for a sense of connection and groundedness, and wishes he could regain the perspective and humility he had when he was first starting out.


I still remember the times when They were simpler than the rhymes of Vanilla Ice were when I was just killin' the mics I'll never forget what that feeling was like
Eminem thinks back wistfully to the days when he was just starting out and had nothing to lose. He remembers the thrill of performing and the sense of possibility that came with it.


I miss those times now when I was just starting out Without a dime and, now I'm diamond I can't even stage dive in the crowd anymore now when I've been Stuck in this house hibernatin'
Eminem misses the sense of freedom and excitement that accompanied his early years in the industry. He's become so successful and famous that he's lost touch with his roots and can't even take risks like he used to.


Sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk in Target and look at shit browse I don't even want to buy nothin' I just wanna fuckin' walk around inside it
Eminem fantasizes about returning to a simpler, more ordinary existence, where he can go to a store and blend in with the crowd. He doesn't even want to buy anything or be recognized; he just wants to be able to walk around freely and anonymously.


And regardless how life has turned out Inside I'm, I'll always be an outsider My life has been turned inside out but I
Despite the changes and challenges of his life, Eminem still feels like an outsider and an underdog. This sense of estrangement and otherness is at the core of his artistry and continues to drive him forward.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Mathers III

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

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