In Your Head - Eminem

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

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

What's tomorrow like?

'Cause tonight I'm startin' life again

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 because 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 inside's 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 anything

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 did it, pay me, and be, it 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

Or should 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?

In your head, in your head

Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie

What's in your head, in your head

Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie