Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Game, artist - Eminem. Album song The Marshall Mathers LP2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath
Song language: English
Love Game |
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 to get out of |
Left my girl in the house alone |
Is that my soon to be spouse’s moan |
And the further I walked, the louder |
I paused for a minute to make certain that’s what I heard |
Cuz after all this is her place |
So I gave her the benefit of the doubt |
Think I might be about bust a buster |
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, coulda made it to home plate |
But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first |
No you don’t, under, stand, I, don’t, do this for |
Anyone, ever, yeah that ain’t what they all say |
I’ll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiance |
'Til you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye |
Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e |
Polow Tha 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 |
L-l, l-l-l-love |
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 want and go do what you want to do; I don’t care) x2 |
I told that bitch |
I’m a sucker for love, you’re 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 you |
«Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone |
And Kendrick don’t forget to buy two pair of those |
Expensive heels, you little fuckin' ferris wheel |
Fuckin' spinnin' on me, fuck you think we gon' 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’em diligently and killin' him |
His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem |
That’s analogy and metaphor for ya |
I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you |
This is me talkin' cordially, yeah I got some home trainin' |
That ain’t what you like, ain’t it, what about if I was 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 you’re chasin' her |
Chlamydia couldn’t even get rid of her |
Pity the fool in her and pity the fool in me |
I’mma live with the game of |
So needless to say I’m feelin' betrayed |
Snatched my house key off her keychain |
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 DJ |
Each day is an instant replay |
They sayin' we display symptomatic of addict behavior |
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 |
Then 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 |
So I coast into a gosh damned aww hit a fuckin' tree |
Now here she comes at full speed, she’s racin' at me |
Okay you wanna fuck with me, eh |
Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screamin' |
I body slam her on the cement, |
until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole |
Bury this stink ho in it, then pay to have the street re-paved |
Fuck, 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 fucking love you, you fucking 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 and after she left |
I sent that bitch a text |
I 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 a model covered in L’Oreal and mace, who fell from grace |
Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling rape |
So the vocal cords were swelling |
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling’s face |
Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates |
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace |
Unless 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 want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate |
I have infinite hate in my blood, it’s mainly because of the game of |
(*Message sound*) |
Wait, dinner at eight |
I have infinite hate in my blood, it’s mainly because of the game of |
Love, love, love, love |
L-l, l-l-l-love |