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What's In your head. Zombie, zombie, Zombie-ie-ie. What's in your head? In your head. Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie. I'm packing up my shit, as much shit in The car as I can fit. And I'm driving 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 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 but 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 are my inside showing, 'cause I done spilled All my guts and those are mine, so I'm Picking 'em up and stuffing '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 have been my Victory lap if I wasn't on the verge of Relapse. What's in your head? Your head. Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie. What's in your head? In your head. Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie. Yeah. It seems to be the reoccurring main theme, The shit I would daydream as a kid of That's 18. I went from an irate teenager to Still raging as 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? Haley, 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 the same 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 Bother taking into consideration you one day being Older and may hear me say things I didn't. A, mean, and B, 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. I sound cranky and bitter, complain, Beef, and bicker about 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- What's head? In your head. Zombie, zombie, Zombie-ie-ie. What's in your head? In your head. Zombie, zombie, Zombie-ie-ie.