Eminem – Higher Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Higher – Eminem

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 is 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

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They’re hollerin’, Shady
Yelling it out to me and that’s what I mean when I say
That one day someway, somehow
If I get the chance to get a crowd
I’d 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, hey
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I’ve ever f**kin’ been
Where am I supposed to go from here Hey
Really I have no idea, all I know is, all
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I’ve ever f**kin’ been

Got no time for no haters in this b**ch
Or toleration for this s**t
But like medication, my dedication
And the time it takes to do this s**t
Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waiting room’ll get
What I mean is 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 b**ch
Fame was a switch
But I was grateful to trade this s**t for the trailer with a hitch
That it would make me a raving lunatic
But I made it through my situation, I hit pay dirt
Now I get paper like a stapler in this b**ch
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
And I’m just berating you with it, it’s Shady ’til I’m eighty-two
I’ll spit this crazy, even Dre, he knows I’ma blow
Better get the handkerchief again, haha

Where am I supposed to go from here, hey
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I’ve ever f**kin’ been
Where am I supposed to go from here Hey
Really I have no idea, all I know is, all
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I’ve ever f**kin’ been

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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 even when I’m tryin’ to
When my record flops, it still go through the roof
This atmosphere’s for a chosen few
Who was on they grind makin’ money moves
And you ain’t gon’ get there if you watered-down
You gotta take shots with a hundred 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 had the savage within havin’ to win
Every single battle I’m in
All I ever wanted was to be an emcee
Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me
EPMD must’ve had teachin’ degrees
Learned to defeat enemies with the ink
Thinkin’ of these rhymes
Would be as Eazy as E
And graffiti would be like remedial readin’ to me
‘Til my last breath leaves my lungs
I’ma beat my drum for the streets I’m from
The East side slums, gotta remind ’em
I’ll take a foe out, like fee-fi-fum
You see my finger, you see my thumb
You see my fist, f**k a peace pipe, I’m
Here for the smoke but it’s not the weed I want
With this beat I brung for the beef I’ve come
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 up like your feet in a 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, hey
Really I have no idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I’ve ever f**kin’ been
Where am I supposed to go from here Hey
Really I have no idea, all I know is, all
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I’ve ever f**kin’ been…

➤ Written by Andre Brissett, Sly Pyper, Mike Strange, Luis Resto & Eminem
Album: Music to Be Murdered By: Side B
Produced by Eminem
Eminem | 2020

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