In Your Head

In your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh Verso 1: I'm backing up my shit, smoke shit in the cars 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 Kids in the corner won't stop fucking my ignoring 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 know some minds so I'm Picking 'em up and stuffin' 'em back Fuck it, I've done enough in this rap shit, recovery brought me nothing but back To right where I was and perhaps This could've 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-ie, oh Verso 2: 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 eight thing 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 shoulda did a better job at separating Shady and entertaining, for real life but this Dang thing is still the hardest thing to explain It's the craziest shit I ever seen him back then It was like I ain't even bother taking into consideration You one day bein' older and may hear me say things I did it, pay me, and be, it just ain't me Okay, so ladies and gentlemen this strip away Everything is the main reason that I Feel like a lame piece of shit Or should I start cranky and bitter, complain, beef and pick up 'bout 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 away and go whatever this road Takes me, it's making me crazy, what's in my? 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-ie, oh