feat. Kendrick Lamar
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Something's burning, I can't figure out what
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It's either lust or a cloud of dust
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Judgment is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of love
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But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
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Left my girl in the house alone
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Is that my soon to be spouse's moan
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And the further I walked, the louder
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I paused for a minute to make certain that's what I heard
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'Cause after all, this is her place
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So I gave her the benefit of the doubt
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Think I might be about busta busta
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The thought's so scary, yo that it hurts, brace
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Hope it ain't, there we go, yo
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'Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though, in the first place
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But you confirmed my low end theory, though
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Should've known when I made it all the way to third base
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And that was only the first date, could've made it to home plate
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But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first
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'No, you don't understand, I don't do this for anyone, ever'
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Yeah, that ain't what they all say
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I'll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiancé
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Till you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye
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Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
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Polow Tha Don, Drake, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
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Guess I'm getting my goddamn jigga on
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'Cause your name, I'm beyond saying
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But fuck it, I'm moving on, you women are all crazy
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But I'll probably always keep on playing the game of
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Love, love, love, love
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She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
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She hates my company, yeah, she don't love me no more
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I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
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She screamed she loves me like she never did before
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And I told her go where you want
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And go do what you want to do, I don't care
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And I told her go where you want
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And go do what you want to do, I don't care
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I told that bitch
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I'm a sucker for love, you're a sucker for dick
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Sucking dick in your momma's tub till your granny walked in
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Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned
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Like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter
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You beat the case and I called you
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"Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone
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And Kendrick don't forget to buy two pair of those
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Expensive heels, you little fucking Ferris wheel
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Fucking spending on me, fuck you think we gonna get married still?
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Fucking Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale
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Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fucking feel
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Like you should fucking beat it or fucking eat it while I'm on my period
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Now have a blessed day"
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Bitch, you serious? I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
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Why you ain't fucking with me, you cut me up, a Caesarean
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You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
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I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
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After the Dillinger hit 'em diligently and killing him
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His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
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That's analogy and metaphor for you
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I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
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This is me talking poetry, yeah, I got some home training
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That ain't what you like, ain't it? What about if I was famous
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As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool
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Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singing
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I hope she's good enough, meanwhile you're chasing her
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Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
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Pity the fool that pity the fool in me, I'mma live with the game of
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Love, love, love, love
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She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
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She hates my company, yeah, she don't love me no more
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I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
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She screamed she loves me like she never did before
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And I told her go where you want
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And go do what you want to do, I don't care
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And I told her go where you want
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And go do what you want to do, I don't care
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So needless to say I'm feeling betrayed
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Snatched my house key off my keychain
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She jumped off, Wee-Bey from The Wire, scape
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Now she's chasing me with a cheese grater
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Here goes that broken record, cliché, it's all my fault anyway
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She's turning the tables, I'm a beat-break
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She treats my face like seratos, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
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Each day is an instant replay
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They say we display symptomatic erratic behavior
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Back together but forgot today was her b-day, she cut me off on the freeway
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Simple misunderstanding but just as I went to slam on the brakes
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Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
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Bitch cut my fucking break lines, stepped on them fuckers eight times
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Still going 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
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But them other F-U-C-K's all would've hit the off ramp
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So I coast into a gosh damned aw hit a fucking tree
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Now here she comes at full speed, she's racing at me
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Ok, you wanna fuck with me, eh?
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Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screaming
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I body slam her onto the cement until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
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Bury this stink hoe in it, then paid to have the street re-paved
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Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat
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Like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave
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Guess I eventually caved, though, 'cause she's lying next to me in bed
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Directly aiming a gat at my head
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Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I've had it, I'm checking into rehab
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I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
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Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
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Or I'm too fucking dramatic
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Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic
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I fucking love you, you fucking bitch
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Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
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I actually set off a chain reaction, a tragic event
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I said "hit the road" and after she left
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I sent that bitch a text
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I said "be careful driving, don't read this and have an accident"
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She glanced to look at it and wrecked, too bad
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Thought we had a connect
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No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
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Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace
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Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling "rape"
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So the vocal cords were swelling
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And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face
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Still they swarm the gates and my fans making stakes
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To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
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Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be late
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Well, the sentiment's great, but wait then there's been a mistake
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You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
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I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
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Wait, dinner at eight
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I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
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Game of
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Love, love, love, love
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Love Game
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| Eminem |
