Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fine Line, artist - Eminem.
Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fine Line |
Another day, another hotel, the inside of it’s nice though |
Oh well, this is my life so |
As I go and try to close for the nights show |
See how far that line goes |
Still blows my mind show |
Business I’ll never get some of this shit just always gives a weird |
To this day cause all I ever did |
Was just say the shit I’m the one that wanted to hear |
Other people say to me when I was a kid |
Son please don’t make me some type of hero |
Cause I will say some inspirational sh*t in a real way |
But will still have a field day with some of the |
Fucked up shit in the world and tell it to s*ck the d*ck |
Cause I still make fun of a situation |
Someone’s in like a son of a b*tch |
At another’s expense, I’m f*ckin' relentless |
As fuck when it comes to this pen |
I struggle with coming to my senses |
Stuck on the fence on a balance beam if I seem unbalanced |
It’s challenging but my conscience allows me to think |
The most foulish childish things without even blinking |
Without even thinkin' about, all the stinkin' |
Amounts of people that seem to be reachin' in the crowds |
I’m scream in the palace, sold out this evening |
But now it’s, maybe down to sleeping |
Is it really my soul to keep or |
Have I sold it cheap is it greed |
Do I take more than I need |
When I joke about leavin' |
But keep over achievin' |
Because what’s stolen from me barely broke even |
It’s a fine, fine line |
It’s a fine, fine line |
So I notice how I paint myself |
And through my hair when ordeals I’m so vain |
I want my respect but ignore the |
Butterfly effect that comes from my dialect |
Till I, sit in the dark and I reflect |
And my reflection shows what it’s like here |
Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights yeah |
It’s like a nightmare |
I said, this vanity surrounded by these lights is a nightmare |
And I don’t like how I see myself so I |
Open the Bible to Isaiah cause |
I swear to Christ there are nights where |
I stay up at night just to say a prayer twice |
Just to make sure God hears cause this ice layer |
Ice skate on tonights where |
Put in it but I like stands |
Feistier then a triceritops and like a dice player |
I got a nice pair of dice here |
Sealed off in my lair |
Away from the bullshit good safe place to sit and talk sh*t |
From this house it’s quite big, but it ain’t when you can’t leave it |
And I feel so isolated, nice I made it |
But it’s like I payed the price of fame twice I hate it |
So I b*tch about my life then make another song, it’s a cycle ain’t it |
Then I wonder why I’m still famous |
Keep walkin' the line |
This gold fish poke it’s old |
But especially when you don’t know |
If your conscience is sayin' I told you so |
You don’t even know anymore if you got the soul of a soldier |
Or if you sold your soul |
It’s a fine, fine line |
It’s a fine, fine line |
And from here you look so small |
Hovering high above us all |
Please come back, to me |
I still remember the times when |
They were simpler than the rhymes of |
Vanilla Ice were when I was just killin' the mics |
I’ll never forget what that feeling was like |
God, I miss those times now when I was just starting out |
Without a diamond, now I’m diamond |
I can’t even stage dive in the crowd anymore now when I’ve been |
Stuck in this house hibernate |
Hate even going outside it |
Sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk in Target and look at shit Browse |
I don’t even want to buy nothin' |
I just wanna f*ckin' walk around inside it |
Look how excited, I sound when I get to talkin' bout life and |
Everything about it I miss |
Which now reminds me |
Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz |
Wow, I must have had Alzheimers |
Long time since I shouted them out, bout time |
Cause it’s been on my mind lately how |
Zee you always supported me |
You vouched, I will never forget that and |
How you guys, accepted me for me and Pace |
I love you too, you slept on my couch |
And I been thinkin' bout the time I slept |
On the floor at the outhouse |
Rhyming is all we ever wanted to do |
And regardless how life has turned out |
Inside I’ll always be an outsider |
My life has been turned inside out but I |
It’s a fine, fine line |
It’s a fine, fine line |