In Your Head

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 [Verse 1: Eminem] I’m packing up my shit As much shit in the car as I can fit And I'm just driving as far as I can get Away from these problems, to all my sorrows I forget What's tomorrow like? 'Cause tonight I'm starting life again Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I going Besides psycho when I fantasize Starting 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 nothing like Holding your head up high when you're dead inside And I just hide so in, case you're wondering why my insides showing 'Cause I done spilled all my guts and those are mine so I'm Picking them up and stuffing them back Fuck it, I've done enough in this rap shit, Recovery brought me nothing But back, to where I was and perhaps, this could've been my victory lap if I wasn't on the verge of Relapse [Chorus: The Cranberries] 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] It seems to be the reoccurring main thing The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen I went from an irate teenager to still raging Is it though 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 Blame me, I did it―did what?―Hailie Baby, I didn't mean to make you eighty Percent, of what I rapped about Maybe, I should've did a better job at separating Shady, and entertaining, for real life, but this Dang thing, is still the hardest thing to explain Is the crazy, or should I? Ever seen it back then, it was like I ain't even Bother to taken into consideration You and baby and older and make, 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 start cranking in bitter Come playing beef and pick up by the same things 'Cause when I, look at me, I don't see what they see I feel the same greedy and lately I've been contemplating Escaping to get a ranger or whatever this road takes me It's making me crazy, what's in my? [Chorus: The Cranberries] 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