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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Keyboards
Sly Pyper
Sly Pyper
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Songwriter
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Andre Brissett
Andre Brissett
Songwriter
Sylvester Jordan, Jr.
Sylvester Jordan, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Producer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

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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 chance 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 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 82 I spit this crazy, even Dre, he 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 but) 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 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 read, mind numb (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 peace pipe bum (what?) Here for the smoke but it's not the weed I want (what?) With this beat I brung for the beef I've 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 about 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 (Might be the last time, man) 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
Writer(s): Luis Edgardo Resto, Sylvester Jordan Jr., Michael Jr. Strange, Andre S. Brissett, Marshall B. Mathers Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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