Hook
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
I'll be right there for you
Tell me what to say, don't matter if it's true
I'll say it all for you
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I used to be the type of kid
would always think the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian?
What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in
Because I belong in this world
That's why scoffering authority, defined often
Flying off [...] to handle it with mom, no dad
So I'm non complying at home, at school
I'm just shy and awkward
And no I don't need no goddamn psychologist
Trynna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve them
I'm outside chalking up joints on the sidewalk
And in the front drive talking to myself
Either that or inside hiding often to going somewhere quiet
Trying not to be noticed because I'm crying and sobbing
I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking
Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker
Because he said I eyeballed him

[Bridge]
And if you fall, ill get you there
I'll be your savior from all the words
that are inside your world
Please have faith in my words

Because... this is my legacy, legacy, ehh
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me looking
This is my legacy, legacy
I used to be the type of kid would always think
the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired Am I

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I used to be the type of kid would always think
the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired? Am I a Nogging?
Cuz' sporadic as my thoughts come its mind boggling
Cuz I obsess on everything and my mind it's small shit
Bothers me but now my father he said cyanoira
and split but I don't give a shit. I'm fine along
as theirs batteries in my Walkman
nothing is the matter with me
Shit look at the bright side at least I ain't walking
I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
complex on a ten speed which
I've acquired parts I found in the garbage
a frame and put tires on it, headphones
on straight ahead and gives a *** shit, but if this

Try and put up a fight's nonsense, but i think
What about those rhymes I've been jottin'
Instead of tryina escape through my comics, why don't I
To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
Grab hold of my balls like that's right fight's on bitch
Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on
I could be iconic, and my conquest is worth to fight