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Revival
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
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
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
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, from real life but this
Dang thing, is still the hardest thing to explain
It's the craziest shit 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?
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
