Intro
The Cranberries]
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In your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
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What's in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh
[Verse 1: Eminem]
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I'm backing up my shit, smoke shit in the cars
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I can fit and I'm just driving as far as I can get
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Away from these problems, to all my sorrows I forget
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What's tomorrow like, 'cause tonight I'm starting life again
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Kids in the corner won't stop fucking my ignoring
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Besides psycho when I fantasize
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Starting my whole life over, 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 nothing like
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Holding your head up high when you're dead inside and I just hide so in
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Case you're wondering why my insides showing
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'Cause I done spilled all my guts and know some minds so I'm
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Picking ‘em up and stuffin’ ‘em back
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Fuck it, I've done enough in this rap shit, recovery brought me nothing but back
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To right where I was and perhaps
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This could've been my victory lap if I wasn't on the verge of relapse
[Chorus 1: The Cranberries]
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What's in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
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What's in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh
[Verse 2: Eminem]
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It seems to be the reoccurring main thing
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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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Is it though amazing, back then I put eight thing
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Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy
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Or angry, I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it
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Blame 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, for real life but this
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Dang thing is still the hardest thing to explain
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It’s the craziest shit I ever seen him back then
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It was like I ain't even bother taking into consideration
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You one day bein’ 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 this strip away
Everything is the main reason that I
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Feel like a lame piece of shit
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Or should I start cranky and bitter, complain, beef and pick up ‘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 the same greedy and lately I've been contemplating
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Escaping to get away and go whatever this road
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Takes me, it's making me crazy, what's in my?
[Chorus 2: The Cranberries]
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What's in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
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What's in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh