Love game
Eminem (Featuring Kendrick Lamar) Lyrics

Something's burning, I can't figure out what (out what)
There's a feeling of unease or tension, and I can't quite pinpoint the cause.

It's either lust or a cloud of dust
The intense desire for someone or just a figment of imagination.

Judgement is clouded; must just be the powder from the power of (love)
My ability to make rational decisions is hindered, likely due to the overwhelming emotions associated with love.

But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
I find myself trapped in a situation that I don't know how to escape from.

Left my girl in the house alone
I left my partner alone at home.

Is that my soon to be spouse’s moan?
Is that the sound of my future spouse expressing pleasure?

And the further I walk, the louder
As I distance myself, the sound becomes more pronounced.

Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard
I take a moment to ensure that I correctly heard what I think I did.

‘Cause after all, this is her place
Because ultimately, I am in her territory.

So I give her the benefit of the doubt I
I choose to believe in her innocence and trust her.

Think I might be about to bust her, bust her
I suspect that she may be cheating on me, betraying my trust.

The thought's scary, yo, though and it hurts – brace
The idea is frightening and painful, causing me to prepare myself emotionally.

Hope it ain't, "Here we go, yo"
I hope it's not the beginning of a turbulent and difficult situation.

‘Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario
Because my mind immediately jumps to the most negative outcome.

Though in the first place
Although it shouldn't have come to this point in the first instance.

But you confirmed my low end theory though
However, your actions have validated my suspicions.

Should've known when I made it all the way to third base
I should have realized something was off when our physical intimacy progressed significantly.

And that was only the first date
And yet, we had already reached such an intimate stage on our initial encounter.

Could've made it to home plate
We could have gone even further, reaching the most intimate level.

But you slid straight for the dome and dove face
Instead, you focused solely on performing an explicit sexual act.

First, "No (slurp) you don't (slurp) under (slurp) stand (slurp)
Initially, you refused to acknowledge and comprehend.

I (slurp) don't (slurp) do (slurp) this for anyone, ever"
This act is not something I engage in casually or with anyone else.

Yeah, that ain't what they all say
Yes, that's not the typical response from others.

I'll say, you can suck a softball through a straw
I'll tell you, you have an extraordinary talent for performing oral sex.

Used to be my fiance
You were previously my intended spouse.

'Til you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye
Until you engaged in oral activities with other famous individuals.

LeBron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
You extended your sexual encounters to include many other notable individuals.

Polow Tha Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
You expanded your list of partners to include even more well-known figures.

Guess I'm gettin' my g-god dang Jigga on, eh
I suppose I am following in the footsteps of Jay-Z, emulating his behavior.

‘Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'
Because your actions surpass any verbal expression of disappointment or anger.

But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray
But never mind, I'm moving forward; women like you are all crazy anyway.

But I'll probably always keep on playin'
But deep down, I know I will continue to engage in these types of relationships.

She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
She no longer has any affection or love for me.

She hates my company, yeah, she don't love me no more
She despises being in my presence; her love for me has vanished.

I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
I attempted to remove thoughts of her from my mind, even preparing to leave everything behind.

She screamed she loved me like she never did before
She exclaimed that she loved me passionately, as if it was a new feeling.

And I told her (Go where you wanna go Go do whatcha want to do; I don't care)
I expressed my indifference and told her she could go wherever and do whatever she pleased.

I told that bitch I'm a sucker for love, you're a sucker for dick
I informed her that I am blindly infatuated with love, while she is merely obsessed with sexual gratification.

Sucking dick in your momma tub, then your granny walked in
Performing oral sex on someone in your mother's bathtub, only to have your grandmother unexpectedly interrupt.

Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water
Advising the foolish person to submerge themselves and hide underwater.

He drowned, like an abortion
In that moment, he suffocated and died, just like an aborted fetus.

They booked you for manslaughter
He was charged with unintentional but unlawful killing.

You beat the case and I called ya
You successfully defended yourself and were acquitted, and I reached out to you.

"Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone
"Sherane cannot come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep.

And Kendrick, don't forget to buy two pair of those
And Kendrick, remember to purchase two pairs of those shoes.

Expensive heels, you little fucking Ferris Wheel
High-priced footwear, you insignificant and manipulative person.

Fucking spinning on me Fuck you think? We gon' get married still?
Playing games with my emotions, expecting us to still get married?

Fucking Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale
This relationship is far from a fairy tale; it's a twisted and problematic reality.

Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fucking feel
Someone needs to honestly communicate my true emotions to you.

Like you should fuckin' beat it
You should simply leave and never return.

Or fucking eat it while I'm on my period
Alternatively, you can perform oral sex on me even while I'm menstruating.

Now have a blessed day." Bitch, you serious?
Now go on and have a wonderful day." Are you kidding me?

I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
I stand in front of the mirror with a quizzical expression, pondering the situation.

Why you ain't fucking with me
Why aren't you engaging in sexual activities with me anymore?

You cut me deep as a Caesarean
You have hurt me profoundly, like the incision of a Caesarean section.

You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
You're aware of my intense desire for you, equivalent to longing for a hundred-dollar bill.

I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
I desire you as strongly as the violent outcome that George Zimmerman faced.

After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killing him
After the unwavering attack of a Dillinger, ultimately causing his demise.

His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
His shattered oral cavity as a representation of a Cadillac symbol.

That's analogy and metaphor for you
These are examples of figures of speech, an analogy and metaphor.

I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
I deserve recognition for the many different ways I express my love for you.

This is me talking cordial, yeah, I got some home trainin'
I am attempting to have a polite conversation, showing that I have received proper upbringing.

That ain't what you like, ain't it?
However, that is not what you prefer, is it?

What about if I was as famous as Marshall?
What if I were as renowned as Eminem himself?

Would you give fellatio in the carpool?
Would you willingly perform oral sex while carpooling?

Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle
If we get stopped by the police, they would only be interested in knowing about your oral habits.

Singing, "I hope she's good enough"
Mockingly singing that I hope you find someone suitable.

Meanwhile you're chasing her
Meanwhile, you are actively pursuing another person.

Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
Even a sexually transmitted infection like chlamydia couldn't make her leave or change her behavior.

Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, I'ma live with the…
Feel sorry for the foolish person I am, as I continue to live with the consequences.

Snatch my house key off her key chain
Taking back the key to my house from her keychain.

She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick
She leaves her sexual partner, who resembles the character Wee-Bey from the TV show 'The Wire'.

Now she's chasing me with a cheese grater
Now she pursues me, wielding a cheese grater as a weapon.

Here goes that broken record, cliché, it's all my fault anyway
Similar to a repeating, overused phrase, the blame for everything is always placed on me.

She's turning the tables, I'm a beat-break
She is reversing the situation, and I am at a loss for how to respond.

She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
She handles my face as if it were a Serato record, scratching and causing harm like a DJ would manipulate music.

Each day is an Instant Replay
Every day feels like witnessing the same scene over and over again.

They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behavior
They claim that our actions and behavior are indicative of addiction.

Back together but forgot today was her b-day
Reuniting, yet I completely forgot it was her birthday.

She cut me off on the freeway
She abruptly ended our communication while driving on the freeway.

Simple misunderstanding
It all stemmed from a simple misinterpretation or miscommunication.

But just as I went to slam on the brakes
But at the moment I tried to rectify the situation,

That's when I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
That's when I came to the realization that she might be as mentally unstable as I am.

Bitch cut my fucking brakeline
She intentionally severed my brake line.

Stepped on them fuckers eight times
Then she deliberately stomped on the cables multiple times.

Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
Despite that, I continued driving at a speed of 73, grateful for the upcoming exit.

What the mother F-U-C-K's wrong with her?
What in the world is wrong with her?

Hit the off ramp 'til I coasted to a goddamn halt
I veered off the ramp and eventually came to a complete stop.

Hit a fucking tree, now here she comes at full speed
Collided with a tree, and now she is rapidly approaching.

She's racing at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh?
She charges towards me, provoking me and daring me to engage.

Snatch the bitch out her car through the window
I forcefully pull her out of her car through the window.

She screamin', I body slam her on the cement
She screams in fear as I aggressively throw her body onto the pavement.

Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
The pressure causes the concrete to collapse, forming a sinkhole.

Buried this stink ho in it, then pay to have the street repaved
I figuratively bury her in the sinkhole, then compensate for the damaged street by having it repaired.

Woke up in a dream state, in a cold sweat
I suddenly awaken, feeling as though I have been in a dream, with a cold sweat.

Like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave
As if a sudden flash of extreme coldness hit me in the midst of intense heat.

Guess I eventually caved though, ‘cause she's laying next to me in bed
I must have given in at some point because she is now lying beside me in bed.

Directly aiming a gat at my head
Pointing a gun directly at my head.

Woke up again and jumped up like "Fuck it! I've had it, I'm checking into rehab"
I woke up once more and immediately decided that I've reached my breaking point, opting to enter a rehabilitation program.

I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
I admit that I am an addict to toxic relationships, which explains my excessive neediness and attachment.

Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
Every girl I've been with complains that I have too much emotional baggage.

Or I'm too fucking dramatic
Or they claim I am excessively theatrical and emotionally intense.

Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic
What is wrong with me? I'm just someone who loves intensely and passionately.

I fucking love you, you fucking bitch!
I love you with all my heart, you despicable person!

Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
Engaging in arguments and being possessive; in fact, the last time I was angry with an ex,

I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
I unintentionally triggered a series of unfortunate events.

I said, "Hit the road" and after she left, I sent that bitch a text
I told her to leave and, once she was gone, I messaged her to express my anger.

I said, "Be careful driving, don't read this and have an accident"
I warned her to stay safe on the road and not to read my message and put herself at risk of an accident.

She glanced to look at it and wrecked
She briefly glanced at the message, resulting in a car accident.

Too bad, thought we had a connect, no sense dwelling makes
It's unfortunate; I thought we had a deep connection, but there's no point in dwelling on it.

Never been a more compelling case
There has never been a more convincing example or argument.

Than the model covered in L'Oreal and mace
A metaphorical example more persuasive than a model wearing L'Oreal makeup and carrying pepper spray.

Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytelling
Someone who plummeted from a high status or position due to their propensity for fabricating stories.

While the whore was yelling, "Rape!"
At the same time, the promiscuous person was falsely accusing someone of sexual assault.

'Til her vocal cords were swelling
Continuing to shout until her vocal cords became inflamed and enlarged.

And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face
Resulting in her voice being even rougher than Tori Spelling's face appears.

Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates to greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
Despite all this, people eagerly gather at my luxurious properties to welcome me, just like they would greet Norman Bates from 'Psycho'.

Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date
Unless you're infamous for committing a horrific crime like Andrea Yates, I don't want you to ask me out.

Don't be late, well, the sentiment's great
Don't be tardy; well, the thought behind it is admirable.

But wait, think there's been a mistake
But hold on, I believe there has been an error.

You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
You desired a romantic encounter, but my intention was to assert dominance.

I have infinite hate in my blood
I possess an everlasting resentment within me.

It's mainly because of the game of, (*Message sound*)
This mainly stems from the ups and downs of romantic relationships, as indicated by the message notification sound.

"Wait, dinner at eight?"
"Wait, are we having dinner together at eight?"

I have infinite hate in my blood
My bloodstream is filled with an unending sense of loathing and animosity.

It's mainly because of the game of

Love, love, love, love
The complicated and tumultuous game called love.

L-l, l-l-l-love