Alba s touto skladbou:
The Fame ,
Hitmixes,
Fame (UK Edition),
Careless World: Rise of the Last King,
Day by Day,
The Marshall Mathers LP 2,
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Something's burnin',
I can't figure out what (out what)
It's either lust or a cloud of dust
Judgement is clouded,
must just be the powder from the power of (love)
But I'm in somethin' I don't know how ta get outta
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my "soon to be spouse’s" moan?
And the further I walked the louder
Pause for a minute to make certain
that's what I heard
Cause after all this is her place
So I give her the benefit of the doubt
I think I might be about ta Busta, bust her
The thought's scary yo, though and it hurts - brace
Hope it ain't "here we go, yo"
Cause my head already goes to worst case
scenario, though in the first place
But you confirmed my low end theory though
Should've known when I made it
all the way to third base
And that was only the first date,
could've made it to home plate
But you slid straight for the dome and dove face
First "No, you, under, stand, I, don't, do this for
Anyone, ever" Yeah that ain't what they all say
I'll say, you can suck a softball through a straw,
used to be my fiancé
'Til you sucked on Wayne, André and Kanye
Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil' Jon, Raekwon,
Ma$e, Polow Tha Don, Dre, Dante Ross,
James Conway, Kwamé
Guess I'm gettin' my g-god dang Jigga on, eh?
Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'
But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray
But I'll probably always keep on playin' the game of
[Bridge]
Love, Love, Love, Love, La-La-La-La-La Love
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
She doesn't love me,
No she don't love me no more
She hates my company,
Yeah she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head,
Left my bags at the door
She screamed she loved me,
like she never did before
And I told her,
"Go where you wanna go
do what'cha want to do, I don't care"
And I told her,
"Go where you wanna go
do what'cha want to do, I don't care"
I told that bitch,
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I'm a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick
Suckin' dick in your momma tub,
Then your granny walked in
Told the stupid nigga to
Duck under the water, he drowned
Like an abortion,
they booked you for manslaughter
You beat the case and I called ya,
"Sherane is not available now leave
A message at the tone and Kendrick
Don't forget to buy two pair of those
Expensive heels, ya little fuckin' Ferris Wheel
Fuckin' spinnin' on me,
Fuck you think we're gonna get married still?
Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb,
This ain't no fairy tale
Fairy Godmomma better tell you how I fuckin' feel
Like you should fuckin' beat it or
Fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period
Now have a blessed day"
Bitch you serious?
I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
Why you ain't fuckin' with me,
You cut me deep as a Caesarean
You know I want you bad as a Benjamin,
I'm delirious
I want you bad as the head
shattered on George Zimmerman
After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin' im
His mouth piece for a Cadillac emblem
That's analogy and metaphor for you
I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
This is me talkin' cordial,
Yeah I got some home trainin'
That ain't what you like, ain't it?
What about if I was as famous
As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool?
Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle,
Singin', "I hope she's good enough,
meanwhile ya chasing her"
Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
Pity the fool and pity the fool in me,
I'mma live with the
[Bridge]
Game of Love, Love, Love, Love,
La-La-La-La-La Love
[Hook:Kendrick Lamar]
She doesn't love me,
No she don't love me no more
She hates my company,
Yeah she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head,
Left my bags at the door
She screamed she loved me,
like she never did before
And I told her,
"Go where you wanna go
do what'cha want to do, I don't care"
And I told her,
"Go where you wanna go
do what'cha want to do, I don't care"
[Verse 3: Eminem]
So needless to say, I'm feelin' betrayed
Snatch my house key off her key chain
She jumps off, "Wee-Bey" from The Wire's dick,
Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater
Here goes that broken record cliché,
It's all my fault anyway
She's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break
She treats my face like serato,
She cuts and scratches like a DJ
Each day is an instant replay
They say what we display is
Symptomatic of attack behave
Back together but forgot today was her b-day,
She cut me off on the freeway
Simple misunderstandin' but just as
I went to slam on the brakes
That's when I realized that
She may be as crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline,
Stepped on them fuckers 8 times
Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
What the mother F-U-C-K's wrong with her,
Hit the off-ramp
Til I coasted to a god damn halt, hit a fuckin' tree
Now here she comes at full speed,
She's racin' at me
Okay you wanna fuck with me, eh?
Snatch that bitch out her car
Through the window, she screamin'
I body slam her on the cement,
Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
Buried the stink hoe in it,
Then paid to have the street repaved
Woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray,
durin' a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though,
Cause she's layin' next to me in bed
Directly aimin' a gat at my head
Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it,
I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab
I confess I'm a static addict, I guess
That's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had either says
I got too much baggage or
I'm too fuckin' dramatic
Man what the fuck is the matter?
I'm just a fucking romantic
I fuckin' love you, fuckin' bitch!
Combative, possessive,
In fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic event
I said "hit the road" and after she left
I sent that bitch a text
I said "be careful driving,
Don't read this and have a accident"
She glanced to look at it and wrecked
Too bad, thought we had a connect
No sense dwelling makes,
Never been a more compelling case
Than the model covered in L'Oreal and mace,
Who fell from grace
Eleven stories for storytelling
While the whore was yelling "rape"
Till her vocal cords were swelling
And her voice was more horser
Than Tori Spelling's face
Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
'less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date,
Don't be late
Well the sentiment's great,
But wait think there's been a mistake
You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
I have infinite hate in my blood,
It's mainly because of the game of
(Phone ring) wait, "Dinner at eight?"
I have infinite hate in my blood
And it's mainly cause of the
[Outro]
Game of Love, Love, Love, Love,
La-La-La-La-La Love
