In Your Head
Eminem Lyrics
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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
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 but 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 are my insides 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
As an adult, amazing, back then I put everything
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
The lyrics to Eminem's song "In Your Head" revolve around the theme of the internal struggles that he faces as a celebrity. The opening lines of the song feature the repeated phrase "Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie," which serves as a metaphor for Eminem's state of mind. He is exhausted and drained from the pressures and criticisms of his celebrity status, and feels like he is going through the motions like a zombie. He sings about "packing up his shit" and driving as far away as possible to escape from his problems and start a new life.
Eminem also discusses the challenges of separating his public persona from his personal life. He expresses regret for the things he has said and the impact they may have had on his daughter. He reflects on the difficulties of fame and feeling like a "lame piece of shit" despite his success. He feels like he is constantly complaining and fighting the same battles. He admits to feeling ashamed and greedy, and contemplating running away to escape the pressures of his life.
Overall, the lyrics to "In Your Head" are a candid reflection of Eminem's struggles with fame and the internal battles he faces as a result.
Line by Line Meaning
In your head
The thoughts and feelings that consume your mind
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
A repetitive and haunting thought
What's in your head, in your head
Questioning the contents of one's thoughts and emotions
I'm packin' up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit
Leaving behind problems and pain by starting anew in a different place
And I'm just drivin' as far as I can get
Escaping one's current situation with no set destination
Away from these problems 'til all of my sorrows I forget
Attempting to forget past struggles and emotional pain by physically distancing oneself from them
What's tomorrow like? 'Cause tonight I'm startin' life again
Wondering what the future holds while starting fresh in the present
Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I goin'?
Feeling lost and uncertain about the direction of one's life
Besides psycho when I fantasize startin' my whole life over
Entertaining unrealistic scenarios about creating a new life
Yeah right, oh and I might go and
Expressing doubt and mocking oneself for entertaining such ideas
Get hypnotized so I don't even recognize no one
Considering drastic measures to escape one's current reality and emotions
I try to look alive but there's nothin' like holdin' your head up high
Attempting to appear confident and strong despite feeling dead inside
When you're dead inside and I just hide, so in
Hiding one's true emotions and feelings from others
Case you're wonderin' why are my insides showin'
Explaining why one's emotions are visible and affecting them
'Cause I done spilled all my guts and those are mine so I'm
Revealing and expressing all of one's innermost thoughts and feelings
Pickin' them up and stuffin' them back
Attempting to suppress and ignore one's true emotions
Fuck it, I've done enough in this rap shit
Feeling as though one has achieved enough in their career
Recovery brought me nothin' but back
Feeling as though overcoming past struggles has resulted in no significant change
To right where I was and perhaps
Returning to one's previous state of mind and emotions
This coulda been my victory lap, if I wasn't on the verge of relapse
Reflecting on missed opportunities and the danger of falling back into old habits
It seems to be the reoccurring main theme
Noticing a pattern or theme in one's thoughts and actions
The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen
Reflecting on dreams and aspirations that have yet to be realized
I went from an irate teenager to still raging
Transforming from an angry young person to an adult who still experiences intense emotions
As an adult, amazing, back then I put everything
Impressed by one's ability to express themselves through music, even as an adult
Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy, or angry
Channeling all emotions into artistic expression
I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it
Achieving success and recognition in the entertainment industry
Yay me, I did it, did what?
Acknowledging accomplishments but questioning their overall significance and impact
Hailie, baby, I didn't mean to make you eighty
Admitting negative influences or inappropriate behavior towards a loved one
Percent of what I rapped about
Realizing that a significant portion of one's lyrics were not suitable for one's child to hear
Maybe I shoulda did a better job at separating
Reflecting on past mistakes and acknowledging the need for better judgment in the future
Shady and entertaining from real life
Distinguishing between one's persona as a performer and their actual life
But this fame thing is still the hardest thing to explain
Struggling to comprehend the complexities of fame and its impact on one's life
It's the craziest shit I ever seen
Expressing disbelief and shock at the reality of fame
And back then it was like I ain't even
Not fully considering the potential consequences of one's words and actions in the future
Bothered taking into consideration
Failing to consider or acknowledge the potential impact of one's actions
You one day being older and may hear me say things
Realizing that one's loved ones may one day hear or discover things from one's past
I didn't (A) mean and (B) just ain't me
Clarifying that past actions and words do not reflect one's true character or intentions
Okay, so ladies and gentlemen
Addressing one's audience
Let's strip away everything and see the main reason that I
Removing all distractions and focusing on the true cause of one's current emotional state
Feel like a lame piece of shit, I sound cranky and bitter
Feeling inadequate and expressing negative emotions towards oneself and others
Complain, beef, and bicker 'bout the same things
Expressing frustration and constant dissatisfaction with certain aspects of one's life
'Cause when I look at me, I don't see what they see
Feeling distant from one's public image or persona
I feel ashamed, greedy and lately, I've been contemplating
Experiencing negative emotions and considering drastic changes in one's life
Escaping to get away and go wherever this road takes me
Desiring escape from current circumstances and uncertainty about what the future holds
It's making me crazy, what's in my
Feeling overwhelmed and consumed by one's thoughts and emotions
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dolores Mary O'Riordan, Marc Shemer, Marshall Mathers
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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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