Talking 2 Myself
Eminem Lyrics


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Ayo, before I start this song man
I just wanna, thank everybody for being so patient
And bearing with me over these last couple of years
While I figure this shit out

Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talking to myself
No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I've come from
Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talking to myself
It feels like I'm going insane, am I the one whose crazy?
(So why in the world, do I feel so alone?
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel?
If there is, let me hear just so I know that I'm not the only one)

I went away I guess and opened up some lanes
But there was no one who even knew I was going through, growing pains
Hatred was flowing through my veins, on the verge of going insane
I almost made a song dissing Lil Wayne
It's like I was jealous of him 'cause of the attention he was gettin'
I felt horrible about myself, he was spittin'
And I wasn't, anyone who was buzzin' back then coulda got it
Almost went at Kanye too,
God it feels like I'm going psychotic, thank God that I didn't do it
I'da had my ass handed to me, and I knew it
But Proof isn't here to see me through it
I'm in the booth, popping another pill, tryna talk myself into it
Are you stupid? You're gon' start dissing people for no reason?
'Specially when you can't even write a decent punchline even?
You're lying to yourself, you're slowly dying
You're denying your health is declining with your self-esteem
You're crying out for help

Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talking to myself
No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I've come from
Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talking to myself
It feels like I'm going insane, am I the one whose crazy?
(So why in the world, do I feel so alone?
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel?
If there is, let me hear just so I know that I'm not the only one)

Marshall you're no longer the man, that's a bitter pill to swallow
All I know is I'm wallowing, self-loathing and hollow
Bottoms up on the pill bottle, maybe I'll hit my bottom tomorrow
My sorrow echoes in this hall though
But I must be talking to the wall though I don't see nobody else
(I guess I keep talking to myself)
But all these other rappers suck is all that I know
I've turned into a hater, I put up a false bravado
But Marshall is not an egomaniac, that's not his motto
He's not a desperado, he's desperate, his thoughts are bottled
Inside him, one foot on the brake, one on the throttle
Falling asleep with writer's block in the parking lot of McDonald's
But instead of feeling sorry for yourself do something 'bout it
Admit you got a problem, your brain is clouded, you pouted
Long enough, it isn't them it's you you fucking baby
Quit worrying 'bout what they do and do Shady, I'm fucking going crazy

Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talking to myself
No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I've come from
Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talking to myself
It feels like I'm going insane, am I the one whose crazy?
(So why in the world, do I feel so alone?
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel?
If there is, let me hear just so I know that I'm not the only one)

So I picked myself off the ground and fucking swam 'fore I drowned
Hit my bottom so hard I bounced twice, suffice, this time around
It's different, them last two albums didn't count
Encore I was on drugs, Relapse I was flushing 'em out
I've come to make it up to ya now, no more fucking around
I got something to prove to fans 'cause I feel like I let 'em down
So please accept my apology, I finally feel like I'm back to normal
I feel like me again, let me formally
Reintroduce myself to you for those of you who don't know
The new me's back to the old me and homie I don't show no
Signs of slowing up, oh and I'm blowing up
All over my life is no longer a movie but the show ain't over homos
I'm back with a vengeance homie, Weezy keep ya head up
T.i. Keep ya head up, Kanye keep ya head up, don't let up
Just keep slaying 'em, rest in peace to DJ AM
'Cause I know what it's like
I struggle with this shit every single day and um

Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talking to myself
No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I've come from
Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talking to myself
It feels like I'm going insane, am I the one whose crazy?
(So why in the world, do I feel so alone?
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel?
If there is, let me hear just so I know that I'm not the only one)

So there it is, damn
Feels like I just woke up or something
I guess I just, forgot who the fuck I was man
Ayo, and to anybody I thought about going at
It was never nothing personal




It was just some shit I was going through
And to everybody else. I'm back! Ha ha

Overall Meaning

In "Talkin' 2 Myself," Eminem talks about his struggles with fame, self-doubt, and addiction. He starts the song by thanking his fans for being patient with him as he tries to figure things out. The chorus of the song is a desperate cry for anyone to hear him, as he feels like he's talking to himself. He talks about his jealousy towards Lil Wayne and how he almost made a song dissing him. He also talks about his addiction, using pills to cope, and how he felt like he was going insane. He then talks about how he hit rock bottom and how he came back stronger, apologizes to his fans, and says he's back to his old self.


This song is a reflection of Eminem's personal life during the years that he was heavily reliant on drugs and alcohol. Eminem had been dealing with addiction issues for years, which caused him to lose focus on his music and his life. Eminem's close friend, Proof, was also killed in a nightclub shooting in 2006, which caused him to sink further into depression and addiction. The song is a reminder that even the biggest stars can face personal struggles, but that it's possible to overcome them.


Line by Line Meaning

Ayo, before I start this song man
I want to express my gratitude to my fans who have been patient and supportive while I have struggled to come back to music.


And bearing with me over these last couple of years
Thank you for sticking with me through my difficult times.


While I figure this shit out
As I try to get my life back together, I want to express my feelings through my music.


Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talking to myself
I feel like no one can understand my struggles and experiences, and that I am alone.


No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I've come from
I feel like my past and the things I've been through are not acknowledged or understood.


Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talking to myself
Even though I feel like I am alone, I will still express myself and my feelings through my music.


It feels like I'm going insane, am I the one whose crazy?
I am questioning my own sanity and whether or not I am losing my mind.


(So why in the world, do I feel so alone?
I feel like no one else can understand or relate to my experiences.


Nobody but me, I'm on my own
I am alone in my struggles, with no one who can relate to me.


Is there anyone out there, who feels the way I feel?
I am looking for others who can relate to my experiences and feelings of isolation.


If there is, let me hear just so I know that I'm not the only one)
Knowing that someone else understands my struggles would help me feel less alone in the world.


I went away I guess and opened up some lanes
I took a break and gave room for new styles of music to emerge.


But there was no one who even knew I was going through, growing pains
Despite my struggles, no one seemed to notice or care about the challenges I was facing.


Hatred was flowing through my veins, on the verge of going insane
I was experiencing intense emotions and felt like I was losing control of my life.


I almost made a song dissing Lil Wayne
I felt jealous of Lil Wayne's success and was tempted to make a song criticizing him.


It's like I was jealous of him 'cause of the attention he was gettin'
I felt resentful of Lil Wayne's popularity and recognition in the music industry.


I felt horrible about myself, he was spittin'
I felt guilty about being jealous of Lil Wayne, who was talented and successful.


And I wasn't, anyone who was buzzin' back then coulda got it
I was considering criticizing any popular rapper, not just Lil Wayne, to gain attention for myself.


Almost went at Kanye too,
I also felt like criticizing Kanye West, another well-known artist.


God it feels like I'm going psychotic, thank God that I didn't do it
I was grateful that I did not follow through with these negative thoughts, as it would have had serious consequences for my career.


I'da had my ass handed to me, and I knew it
I was aware that criticizing other artists would have resulted in backlash and damage to my reputation.


But Proof isn't here to see me through it
I was saddened by the loss of my friend and fellow rapper, Proof, who could have helped me through this difficult time.


I'm in the booth, popping another pill, tryna talk myself into it
I was struggling to stay focused and motivated and attempted to overcome it by taking pills.


Are you stupid? You're gon' start dissing people for no reason?
I was reflecting on my poor decision-making and considered the consequences of my actions.


'Specially when you can't even write a decent punchline even?
I realized that my writing was not at its best and recognized the need to improve my skills.


You're lying to yourself, you're slowly dying
I was deluding myself and becoming increasingly unhealthy, both physically and mentally.


You're denying your health is declining with your self-esteem
I was in denial about the negative impact that my lifestyle was having on my health and self-esteem.


You're crying out for help
I was struggling and in need of support and assistance from others.


Marshall you're no longer the man, that's a bitter pill to swallow
I recognized that I had lost my previous identity as a successful rapper and found it difficult to accept this reality.


All I know is I'm wallowing, self-loathing and hollow
I felt trapped in negative emotions and self-criticism, feeling a sense of emptiness.


Bottoms up on the pill bottle, maybe I'll hit my bottom tomorrow
I was engaging in unhealthy behaviors, trying to numb my pain with drugs.


My sorrow echoes in this hall though
My pain and sadness is reflected in my music.


But I must be talking to the wall though I don't see nobody else
Despite my efforts to share my experiences with others, I still felt alone and unheard.


(I guess I keep talking to myself)
I continued to express myself through my music, even if no one was listening.


But all these other rappers suck is all that I know
I felt bitter and judgmental towards other musicians, upset that they were successful while I struggled.


I've turned into a hater, I put up a false bravado
I realized that my negative outlook was causing me to become bitter and desperate for attention.


But Marshall is not an egomaniac, that's not his motto
I wanted to distance myself from the negative aspects of my personality and previous behavior.


He's not a desperado, he's desperate, his thoughts are bottled
I was struggling internally, feeling desperate and unable to express these emotions to others.


Inside him, one foot on the brake, one on the throttle
I was struggling to move forward, feeling both hesitant and impatient to make changes.


Falling asleep with writer's block in the parking lot of McDonald's
I was creatively stuck and feeling trapped, unable to move forward with my work.


But instead of feeling sorry for yourself do something 'bout it
I realized that I needed to take action to improve my situation, rather than wallowing in self-pity.


Admit you got a problem, your brain is clouded, you pouted
I acknowledged that I was struggling and had become unproductive and negative.


Long enough, it isn't them it's you you fucking baby
I recognized that my struggles and negative outlook were my own responsibility to address.


Quit worrying 'bout what they do and do Shady, I'm fucking going crazy
I recognized that comparing myself to others was causing me additional stress and anxiety, and that I needed to focus on my own work and creativity.


So I picked myself off the ground and fucking swam 'fore I drowned
I decided to take action to improve my situation and avoid sinking further into desperation and negativity.


Hit my bottom so hard I bounced twice, suffice, this time around
I hit a low point in my life, but it motivated me to make changes and improve my outlook.


It's different, them last two albums didn't count
I felt that my previous albums did not accurately reflect my struggles and that I could do better.


Encore I was on drugs, Relapse I was flushing 'em out
I was struggling with addiction during the production of these past albums, but wanted to recover and move forward.


I've come to make it up to ya now, no more fucking around
I was determined to make changes and produce meaningful work for my fans.


I got something to prove to fans 'cause I feel like I let 'em down
I wanted to prove myself as a successful and worthy artist to my fans, who had supported me through my struggles.


So please accept my apology, I finally feel like I'm back to normal
I apologized to my fans for struggling and felt that I had finally overcome my challenges.


I feel like me again, let me formally
I felt empowered and confident in my creativity and identity as an artist.


Reintroduce myself to you for those of you who don't know
I wanted to remind my fans of who I was and how I had changed since my last albums.


The new me's back to the old me and homie I don't show no
I wanted to create music that was authentic and true to myself, without trying to be someone else.


Signs of slowing up, oh and I'm blowing up
I was becoming more successful and receiving more recognition in the industry.


All over my life is no longer a movie but the show ain't over homos
I was still experiencing challenges in my personal life, but remained determined to succeed and create meaningful music.


I'm back with a vengeance homie, Weezy keep ya head up
I was determined to succeed and encouraged other artists, such as Lil Wayne, to do the same.


T.i. Keep ya head up, Kanye keep ya head up, don't let up
I encouraged other artists, such as T.I. and Kanye West, to remain motivated and focused on their goals.


Just keep slaying 'em, rest in peace to DJ AM
I wished success for my fellow artists and wanted to remember a deceased member of the music community.


'Cause I know what it's like
I understood the challenges and struggles of being a musician in the industry.


I struggle with this shit every single day and um
I continued to face challenges and struggles as a musician, but remained determined to succeed.


So there it is, damn
I have shared my struggles and feelings through my music, and hope that others can relate and understand.


Feels like I just woke up or something
I felt refreshed and motivated to create meaningful work for my fans.


I guess I just, forgot who the fuck I was man
I realized that I had lost my sense of identity and creativity as a musician, but was determined to rediscover it and succeed.


Ayo, and to anybody I thought about going at
I apologized for my past behavior and negative thoughts about other musicians.


It was never nothing personal
I wanted to clarify that my negative thoughts and behavior were not directed towards any individual musicians personally.


It was just some shit I was going through
My negative behavior was a reflection of my personal struggles and challenges at the time.


And to everybody else. I'm back! Ha ha
I announced my return as a musician and expressed excitement for the future.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Marshall Mathers, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Pranam Injeti, Brian Honeycutt

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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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