| What's in your head, in your head
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| Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
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| What's in your head, in your head
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| Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
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| I'm packin' up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit
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| And I'm just drivin' as far as I can get
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| Away from these problems 'til all of my sorrows I forget
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| What's tomorrow like? |
| 'Cause tonight I'm startin' life again
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| Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I goin'?
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| Besides psycho when I fantasize startin' my whole life over
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| Yeah right, oh and I might go and
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| Get hypnotized so I don't even recognize no one
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| I try to look alive because there's nothin' like holdin'
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| Your head up high when you're dead inside and I just hide, so in
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| Case you're wonderin' why are my inside's showin'
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| 'Cause I done spilled all my guts and those are mine so I'm
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| Pickin' them up and stuffin' them back
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| Fuck it, I've done enough in this rap shit
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| Recovery brought me nothin' but back
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| To right where I was and perhaps
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| This coulda been my victory lap if I wasn't on the verge of Relapse
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| What's in your head, in your head
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| Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
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| What's in your head, in your head
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| Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
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| It seems to be the reoccurring main theme
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| The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen
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| I went from an irate teenager to still raging
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| As an adult, amazing: back then I put anything
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| Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy or angry
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| I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it
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| Yay me, I did it! |
| Did what?
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| Hailie, baby, I didn't mean to make you eighty
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| Percent of what I rapped about
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| Maybe I shoulda did a better job at separating
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| Shady and entertaining from real life
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| But this fame thing is still the hardest thing to explain
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| It's the craziest shit I
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| Ever seen, and back then it was like I ain't even
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| Bothered taking into consideration
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| You one day being older and may hear me say things
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| I did it, pay me, and be, it just ain't me
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| Okay, so ladies and gentlemen let's strip away everything
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| And see the main reason that I feel like a lame piece of shit
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| Or should I sound cranky and bitter
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| Complain, beef and bicker 'bout the same things
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| 'Cause when I look at me, I don't see what they see
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| I feel ashamed, greedy and lately I've been contemplating
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| Escaping to get away and go wherever this road takes me
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| It's making me crazy what's in my?
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| In your head, in your head
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| Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
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| What's in your head, in your head
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| Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie |