|b|[Beyoncé (Eminem):]|/b|
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes (fu-Ck)

|b|[Eminem:]|/b|
Why are expectations so high?
Is it the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch, but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, sq££ze
I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
Into the dark I plummet, now the sky's blackenin'
I know the mark's high, butterflies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp, gripe, and
That's a hard Vicodin to swallow, so I scrap these
As pressure increases like khakis
I feel the ice cracking, because

|b|[Beyoncé (Eminem):]|/b|
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water (shit)
But only when it freezes

|b|[Eminem:]|/b|
It's the curse of the standard, that the first of the Mathers disc set
Always in search of the verse that I haven't spit yet
Will this step just be another misstep
To tarnish, whatever the legacy, love or respect
I've garnered?
The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless
And it always feels like I'm hittin' the mark
'Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart
Like,