EMINEM Love Game Lyrics, singer by EMINEM
[Verse 1 - Eminem:]
Something's burnin' I can't figure out what
(Out what) it's either lust, or a cloud of dust, judgment 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 walk 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 of known when I made it all the way to third base
And that was only the first date, could of made it to home plate
But you slid straight for the dome and dove face
First no [slurp] you don't [slurp] under [slurp] stand [slurp] I [slurp] don't [hic] do [slurp] 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 fiance, till you sucked on Wayne, Andre and Kanye, Labron, Akon, Jay, Lil' Jon, Raekwon, Mase, Polow da Don, Dre
Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
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 love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love
[Chorus:]
She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
She hates my company, guess 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, go do what 'cha wanna, I don't care
And I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what 'cha wanna, I don't care
I told that bitch
[Verse 2 - Kendrick:]
I'm a sucker for love you, a sucker for dick
Suckih' dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in
Told the stupid nigga to duck unda' 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 ya think we're gonna get married still?
Fucking Mary had a little lamb this ain't no fairy tale
Fairy God mama 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 cesarean
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'm a live with the
Game of love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love
[Chorus]
[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 cliche, 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 deejay, each day is an Instant Replay
They say what we display, is symptomatic of attack behave
Ior, 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 crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my fuckin' brake line, stepped on them fuckers eight times, still goin' 73 thank
God there's an exit comin' up, what the mother F-U-cock's
Wrong with her, hit the off-ramp, 'til I coasted to a God damn halt, hit a fucking tree now here she comes at full speed she's racing at me, OK, you wanna fuck with me 'eh?
Snatch that bitch out her car through the window she's screamin' I body slam her on the cement until the concrete gave
And created a sink hole, 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 fuckin' romantic, I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch! combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
I said hit the road , then after she left I sent that bitch a text
That said be careful driving don't read this and have an 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 story telling, while the whore was yelling rape
Till her vocal chords were swelling and her voice was more horser than Tori Spellings' face
Still they swarm the gates
Of my fancy estates to greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
Less your Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though you're 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 cause of the game of
[Phone ring] wait, dinner at eight?
I have infinite hate in my blood
And it's mainly cause of the game of love
[Outro:]
Love, love, love
La-la-la-la-la love
Something's burnin' I can't figure out what
(Out what) it's either lust, or a cloud of dust, judgment 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 walk 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 of known when I made it all the way to third base
And that was only the first date, could of made it to home plate
But you slid straight for the dome and dove face
First no [slurp] you don't [slurp] under [slurp] stand [slurp] I [slurp] don't [hic] do [slurp] 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 fiance, till you sucked on Wayne, Andre and Kanye, Labron, Akon, Jay, Lil' Jon, Raekwon, Mase, Polow da Don, Dre
Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
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 love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love
[Chorus:]
She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
She hates my company, guess 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, go do what 'cha wanna, I don't care
And I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what 'cha wanna, I don't care
I told that bitch
[Verse 2 - Kendrick:]
I'm a sucker for love you, a sucker for dick
Suckih' dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in
Told the stupid nigga to duck unda' 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 ya think we're gonna get married still?
Fucking Mary had a little lamb this ain't no fairy tale
Fairy God mama 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 cesarean
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'm a live with the
Game of love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love
[Chorus]
[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 cliche, 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 deejay, each day is an Instant Replay
They say what we display, is symptomatic of attack behave
Ior, 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 crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my fuckin' brake line, stepped on them fuckers eight times, still goin' 73 thank
God there's an exit comin' up, what the mother F-U-cock's
Wrong with her, hit the off-ramp, 'til I coasted to a God damn halt, hit a fucking tree now here she comes at full speed she's racing at me, OK, you wanna fuck with me 'eh?
Snatch that bitch out her car through the window she's screamin' I body slam her on the cement until the concrete gave
And created a sink hole, 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 fuckin' romantic, I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch! combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
I said hit the road , then after she left I sent that bitch a text
That said be careful driving don't read this and have an 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 story telling, while the whore was yelling rape
Till her vocal chords were swelling and her voice was more horser than Tori Spellings' face
Still they swarm the gates
Of my fancy estates to greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
Less your Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though you're 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 cause of the game of
[Phone ring] wait, dinner at eight?
I have infinite hate in my blood
And it's mainly cause of the game of love
[Outro:]
Love, love, love
La-la-la-la-la love
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