Higher

Eminem

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    Yeah
    You know I've been around for a while now
    Not sure if I have much left to prove
    Yeah, I do, haha

    I look at me now I'm thinkin, "Damn"
    How proud of me I am
    What I did, it's nothin' to sneeze at
    Even if your allergies are bad
    I'm up in a balcony in France
    I look around, I see the fans
    How they surround me in the stands
    Probably could drown in a sea of hands
    They hollerin': Shady
    Yellin' it out to me and that's what I mean when I say
    That one day someway, somehow, if I get a chance to get a crowd
    I'll flip it around and have a crowd give me the chants
    (I've done it all, man)
    But in actuality I haven't, yet

    Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
    Really I have no idea
    All I know it's every time I think I hit my ceiling
    I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been
    Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
    Really I have no idea
    All I know it's every time I think I hit my ceiling
    I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been

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    Got no time for no haters in this bitch
    Or toleration for this shit
    But like medication, my dedication
    And the time it takes to do this shit
    Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waitin' room'll get
    But I mean it's maybe I have more patience than I'm able to admit
    Yeah, but I'm still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch
    Fame was a switch but I was grateful to trade that shit for the trailer with the hitch
    Thought it would made me a ravin' lunatic
    But I made it through to my situation, I hit pay dirt
    Now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch
    But just 'cause I made a little bit of change
    Don't mean I've changed a little bit
    Brain full of wit, dangerous, can't extinguish this English language when it's lit
    Now I'm just paradin', you would still get Shady 'til I'm eighty
    To I spit this crazy, even Grady knows I'ma blow
    Better get the handkerchief again, haha

    Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
    Really I have no idea
    All I know it's every time I think I hit my ceiling
    I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been
    (Know I talk about this shit a lot)
    Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
    Really I have no idea
    All I know it's every time I think I hit my ceiling
    I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been

    Oh, now what am I gonna do?
    Can't nothing hold me I'm on the loose
    Born a winner, damn it's so hard to lose
    I can do it and do it, when I'm tryin' to
    When my records flop they still go through the roof
    This atmosphere's for a chosen few
    Who was on their grind, to get money moves
    And you ain't gon' get that if you want it down
    You gotta take shots with 100 proof

    Check that
    Been in survival mode
    Since a five year old, it was I alone
    Since my trike was stole, spiral notebook and microphone
    But lookin' back how bad it was then
    If it hadn't been for the pad and the pen
    Addict mom and deadbeat dad
    I wouldn't have the savage within
    Havin' to win, every single battle I'm in
    All I ever wanted was to be an MC
    Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me
    EPMD must've had teachin' degrees
    Learn to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes
    Would be as easy as eatin' graffiti
    Would be like remedial readin' to me (Yeah)
    'Til my last breath leave my lungs, I'ma beat my drums (Yeah)
    For the streets I'm from (Yeah)
    The East side slums (Yeah)
    Gotta remind em (Yeah)
    I take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum
    You see my finger (What?), you see my thumb (What?)
    You see my fist, fuck a peach pipe bum (What?)
    For the smoke but it's not the weed I want (What?)
    With this beat I brung for the beef I come (Woo)
    But you better bring it if you wanna reply from
    'Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it'd be a steep climb up
    That'll be an uphill battle
    But I'm off kickin' feet in the recliner
    And I think I'm up
    'Bout to go out on a limb like a tree climber
    Time to push my ceiling higher 'cause

    Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
    Really I have no idea
    All I know it's every time I think I hit my ceiling
    I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been
    (For the last time)
    Where am I supposed to go from here? Oh hey, oh-oh-oh
    Really I have no idea
    All I know it's every time I think I hit my ceiling
    I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been

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    Composición: L. Resto, M Mathers, S Jordan, A. Brissett y M. Strange

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