LYRIC

Higher Lyrics – Eminem: Presenting the lyrics of the song “Higher” from the Album Music to Be Murdered By: Side B sung by Eminem. This song is produced by Eminem.

“Higher” is a song where Eminem shows off his lyrical capabilities and talks about his life after fame, his successful work, and bars.
The hook of this song is performed by Sly Pyper, expressing how he is uncertain about his future: the same can be said about Eminem himself. The beat is filled with 808s and sounds like a metal beat.

Higher Lyrics – 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, 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’re hollerin’, “Shady” (“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? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (Oh)
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been (My only question is)
Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (Oh) (All I know is)
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling (Oh, I go)
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been

Got no time for no haters in this bitch
Or toleration for the 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
What 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 raving lunatic
But I made it through 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 parading, you will get it Shady ’til I’m eighty-two
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? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (Oh)
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, my only question is)
Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (Oh)
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 what they do when I’m tryin’ to
When my record flop, 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 that if you watered-down
You gotta take shots, spit a hundred proof (Check it out)

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
Learned 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 follow each pipe bomb (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 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? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (Oh)
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, my only question is)
Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey
Really I have no idea (Oh)
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin’ been

Eminem – Higher Song details

Song: Higher
Singer: Eminem
Album: Music to Be Murdered By: Side B
Produced by: Eminem
Written By: Andre Brissett, Sly Pyper, Mike Strange, Luis Resto & Eminem
Label: Shady Records, Aftermath Entertainment & Interscope Records
Release Date: December 18, 2020

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