Em’s ode to his daughter/

After a tough battle with Hailie’s mother … Read Full Bio ↴Em’s ode to his daughter/

After a tough battle with Hailie’s mother and Eminem’s ex wife, Kim, Eminem got custody of Hailie in 2002. He was happy and filled with joy, he then decided to write and make the song, he planned on giving it to Hailie when she was grown up or old enough to hear the song. This song was originally not intended to be released, Dr. Dre then played the song to some ladies and they were very touched by the song, he then convinced Eminem to put it on his album.

“Hailie’s Song” was certified gold by the RIAA on February 28, 2018.

Hailie's Song
Eminem Lyrics

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Da-da-da-da
Yo, I can't sing, but I feel like singin'
I wanna fuckin' sing
'Cause I'm happy

Yeah, I'm happy, haha
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out

Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
I almost break down and cry
Sometimes I think I'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh, so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wastin' my time?
But then I see my baby
Suddenly, I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no

'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

My baby girl keeps gettin' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, 'cause they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side
I act like shit don't faze me
Inside, it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly, I'm not crazy

It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no

'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow somethin' as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't
Now, you probably get this picture from my public persona
That I'm a pistol-packin' drug-addict who bags on his mama
But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
'Cause there's a lot of shit I keep bottled
That hurts deep inside of my soul
And just know that I grow colder, the the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breakin'
Should I just give up, or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself
But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that I've wasted is nothin' to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what I'm facin', three felonies, six years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to people's backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I should've seen it comin', what'd I stick my penis up in?
Wouldn't have ripped the prenup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin'
But fuck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby-baby, the only lady that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tomorrow, nice to know ya
Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly, it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted and

And now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
'Cause my baby knows that her daddy's a soldier
Nothin' can take her from me

Woo
Told you, I can't sing
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, remember when I said
If you ever need anything, daddy would be right there?
Guess what? Daddy's here
And I ain't goin' nowhere baby
I love you

Overall Meaning

Eminem's Hailie's Song is a heartfelt tribute to his daughter, Hailie. The song begins with a simple admission - Eminem can't sing but he feels like singing because he's happy. He then progresses to a reflective mood where he contemplates on life's difficulties and how sometimes it feels like the world is on his shoulders. But everything changes when he thinks of his baby girl. She's the reason all his insecurities disappear and he finds his purpose in life. Eminem also talks about his relationship with his wife Kim and how it's been challenging, and he questions if he should give up or try to live up to expectations. In the end, Hailie is the one who brings peace and happiness into his life.

The lyrics of Hailie's Song are a testament to Eminem's love for his daughter. In a way, it's like a thank you note to Hailie. Eminem acknowledges that he has made mistakes and has had his share of difficulties, but his love for Hailie remains constant. Through the song, he tries to show her how proud he is of her and how much he loves her. Eminem uses the song both as a way to express his feelings for his daughter and as a way to reflect on his life as a whole.

Line by Line Meaning

Da-da-da-da
Introductory sound to signal the start of the song.

Yo, I can't sing, but I feel like singin'
Despite not being able to sing well, the artist feels the urge to sing due to happiness.

I wanna fuckin' sing 'Cause I'm happy
The artist wants to sing because he is in a happy emotional state.

Yeah, I'm happy, haha I got my baby back Yo, check it out
The artist is happy because he got his daughter back, and he wants to share this news with his audience.

Some days I sit, starin' out the window Watchin' this world pass me by
The artist spends some moments gazing out his window and observing the world outside as it goes by.

Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for I almost break down and cry
The artist feels hopeless at times, to the point where he is on the verge of crying.

Sometimes I think I'm crazy I'm crazy, oh, so crazy Why am I here, am I just wastin' my time?
The artist questions his purpose in life and feels he may be going insane.

But then I see my baby Suddenly, I'm not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no
The artist's daughter brings him clarity and appreciation for life, making him feel less crazy and lost when he meets her gaze.

'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leanin' on me
The artist feels overwhelmed and burdened as if everyone is depending on him.

'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over But then she comes back to me
The artist's daughter helps him feel uplifted and hopeful when he thinks everything is falling apart.

My baby girl keeps gettin' older I watch her grow up with pride
The artist watches his daughter as she matures and feels proud seeing her progress.

People make jokes, 'cause they don't understand me They just don't see my real side
The artist has a public persona that is misunderstood, and people fail to acknowledge the traits that define him as a real person.

I act like shit don't faze me Inside, it drives me crazy My insecurities could eat me alive
The artist acts tough externally, but internally he is overwhelmed with insecurities that threaten his wellbeing.

But then I see my baby Suddenly, I'm not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no
Just like earlier, the artist's daughter provides him with a sense of calmness, relieving the mental burden weighing him down.

'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leanin' on me
The artist is still dealing with anxiety and people depending on him.

'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over But then she comes back to me
The artist still finds hope through his daughter when things seem bleak.

Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter If I could hit the notes, I'd blow somethin' as long as my father
The artist expresses his desire to sing to his daughter and show his love for her, even if he can't sing well.

To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't
The artist is grateful that he is a father to his daughter, even though he doesn't like her mother.

Now, you probably get this picture from my public persona That I'm a pistol-packin' drug-addict who bags on his mama
The artist remarks that people usually perceive him as a violent, drug-using person who disrespects his mother, but that is not who he really is.

But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest 'Cause there's a lot of shit I keep bottled That hurts deep inside of my soul
The artist wants to reveal his true feelings because he has been keeping his emotions bottled up for a long time, causing him great pain internally.

And just know that I grow colder, the older I grow This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold And this load is like the weight of the world And I think my neck is breakin'
The artist has been carrying a heavy burden throughout his life that has become more difficult to bear as he grows older. He feels like he's on the brink of crumbling.

Should I just give up, or try to live up to these expectations?
The artist wonders if he should just stop trying to meet everyone's expectations or keep pushing himself to live up to them.

Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell
The artist deeply loves his daughter, but his wife makes his life miserable.

But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
Despite the difficulties, the artist handles the situation well, and wonders what would have happened if he had ended up with someone else.

But the years that I've wasted is nothin' to the tears that I've tasted So here's what I'm facin', three felonies, six years of probation
The mistakes he's made in life feel insignificant compared to the emotional pain he's felt. He's also currently facing some serious legal troubles.

I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman I've taken bats to people's backs, bent over backwards for this woman
The artist has gone to great lengths, including committing acts of violence, to protect and help his wife.

Man, I should've seen it comin', what'd I stick my penis up in? Wouldn't have ripped the prenup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin'
The artist regrets his decisions concerning his marriage and life choices.

But fuck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more I got my baby-baby, the only lady that I adore, Hailie
Despite the hardships he's faced, the artist decides to move on from his marriage and focus on his daughter, whom he loves with all his heart.

So sayonara, try tomorrow, nice to know ya Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner
The artist has accepted that it's time to say goodbye to his marriage and a new chapter is starting where his daughter returns to him.

And suddenly, it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted It's like the greatest gift you can get The weight has been lifted and
After resolving his situation, the artist feels a sense of relief, like he just removed a heavy burden from his shoulders.

And now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leanin' on me
Finally, the artist no longer feels overwhelmed and is able to bear the weight of his position without feeling as though everyone needs him all the time.

'Cause my baby knows that her daddy's a soldier Nothin' can take her from me
With his situation resolved, the artist is confident that no one can take his daughter away from him.

Woo Told you, I can't sing Oh well, I tried
The artist acknowledges that he is not a great singer, but he tried anyway.

Hailie, remember when I said If you ever need anything, daddy would be right there? Guess what? Daddy's here And I ain't goin' nowhere baby I love you
The artist reassures his daughter that if she needs him, he will always be there for her, and he loves her deeply.

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Mathers

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Imagine you had one chance to achieve your dreams

To seize everything you ever wanted
To grasp all that you desire

One moment
One specific instance in time

Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Would you take advantage of it or lose the opportunity?

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He's nervous and scared

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's so anxious, he's feeling physically sick

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He's masking his feelings with a calm demeanor

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
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The audience is making a lot of noise

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He's unable to say what he wants to say

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He feels like he's choking and everyone's laughing at him

The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
He's running out of time to finish his performance

Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
He's suddenly brought back to reality

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Success is becoming increasingly difficult to achieve

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Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
He's performing all over the world

Lonely roads, God only knows
He's feeling isolated and alone on this journey

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
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His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
He's lost his popularity with women and become irrelevant

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The audience has moved on to the next person who is performing well.

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He's determined to succeed and failure is not an option

Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
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best raper ever listien to dr dre ()::::

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

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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!)