Walk On Water
Eminem feat. Beyoncé Lyrics

I walk on water
I am at the top of my game

But I ain't no Jesus
But I am not perfect

I walk on water
I am still on top of my game

But only when it freezes (fuck)
But only when life gets difficult

Why, are expectations so high?
Why are people expecting so much from me?

Is it the bar I set?
Is it because I have set such high standards?

My arms, I stretch, but I can't reach
I am trying my best but can't always succeed

A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Sometimes success is within reach, sometimes not

Soon as I grab, squeeze
But even if I succeed, it may slip away

I lose my grip like the flying trapeze
I may lose my grip like someone on a trapeze

Into the dark, I plummet
I may fall into darkness

Now the sky's blackening, I know the mark's high
Sometimes things get worse, and the standards are even higher

Butter-flies rip apart my stomach
Anxiety eats away at me

Knowing that no matter what bars I come with
Knowing that people will always criticize my music

You're gonna hark, gripe, and that's a hard Vicodin to swallow
People will say negative things about my music, and it's hard to deal with

So I scrap these, as pressure increases, like khakis
Sometimes I may abandon a project due to the increasing pressure

I feel the ice cracking, because
I feel like everything is about to fall apart

It's the curse of the standard
Sometimes the high standards set by fans can be a curse

That the first of the Mathers disc set
My first album set a high bar for what fans expect from me

Always in search of the verse that I haven't spit yet
I am always striving to create something new and better

Will this step just be another misstep
I worry that every new project may be a misstep

To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect, I've garnered?
I am worried that my new work may damage my reputation

The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless
I feel like I need to make everything perfect

And it always feels like I'm hitting the mark
I always think that my work is good enough

'Til I go sit in the car, listen, and pick it apart
Until I hear it again later and realize it needs more work

Like, "This shit is garbage"
I sometimes feel like my work is terrible

God's given me all this
I have been blessed with success

Still I feel no different regardless
But I still feel the same

Kids look to me like as a God, this is retarded
Some fans view me as a god-like figure

If only they knew, it's a facade and it's exhaustive
If only they knew the truth about my life

And I try to not listen to nonsense
I try to ignore the negativity

But if you bitches are trying to strip me of my confidence
But if people try to destroy my confidence

Mission accomplished
If this is their goal, they have succeeded

I'm not God-sent
I am not perfect

Nas, Rakim, Pac, Big, James Todd Smith, and I'm not Prince, so
I am not one of the greatest artists in history

It's true, I'm a Rubik's, a beautiful mess
I am complicated and flawed

At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
Sometimes I act immature

A flawed human, I guess
I am only human, after all

But I'm doing my best to not ruin your expectations
I am trying not to disappoint my fans

And meet 'em, but first, the "Speedom" verse
But first, I need to create new music

Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Talking about another artist who is successful

Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
Wondering how other artists behave

There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Remembering when I was a huge success

Every album, song I was spazzin' the fuck out on
Remembering when I made great music

And now I'm getting clowned and frowned on
But now people are criticizing me

But the only one who's looking down on me that matters now's Deshaun
The only person whose opinion matters is his own

Am I lucky to be around this long?
I wonder if I am lucky to be so successful

Begs the question, though
This question needs to be considered

Especially after the methadone
Considering my previous substance abuse

As yesterday fades and the Dresden home is burnt to the ground
Reflecting on past tragedies

And all that's left of my house is lawn
Reminiscing on losing everything

The crowds are gone
Remembering when he was successful

And it's time to wash out the blonde
Shaving his hair symbolizes moving on

Sales decline, the curtains drawn
Sales of my music are decreasing

They're closing the set, I'm still poking my head out from behind
The show is over, but I am not ready to leave

And everyone who has doubt, remind
People who doubt me should be reminded of my success

Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times
Even my worst songs are better than most people's best

Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer cares or gives a fuck about your rhymes
Despite my success, people may still disregard my work

And as I grow outta sight, outta mind, I might go outta mine
As my popularity decreases, my mental health may suffer

'Cause how do I, ever let this mic go without a fight
I don't know how to quit music

When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twine?
When music is my only option

But when I do fall from these heights, though, I'll be fine
Even if I fall, I'll survive

I won't pout or cry or spiral down or whine
I won't be negative, but will stay positive

But I'll decide if it's my final bow this time around 'cause
I choose when to quit this time

If I walked on water, I would drown
Even if he were perfect, he could still fail

'Cause I'm just a man, but as long as I got a mic I'm godlike
I am only human, but music makes me feel powerful

So me and you are not alike
My life is not like yours

Bitch, I wrote "Stan"
I am a successful artist