Something's burning, 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 something I don't know how to get out of
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my [A]soon [C7]to [C7]be [Am]spouse’s moan?
And the further I walk, the louder
Pause for [Dm7]a minute to [C7]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 [Am]about to [C7]bust her, bust her
The thought's scary, yo, though and [Bm]it hurts – brace
Hope it ain't, "Here we go, yo"
‘Cause my [A]head already goes to [C7]worst case scenario
Though in the first place
But you [A7confirmed my [A]low end theory though
Should've known when I made it all [Em]the way to [C7]third base
And that was [Am7]only the first date
Could've made it to [C7]home plate
But you [A7slid stɾaight for [Dm7]the dome and [Bm]dove face
First, "No (slurp) you [A7don't (slurp) under (slurp) stand [Bm](slurp)
I (slurp) don't (slurp) do (slurp) this for [Dm7]anyone, ever"
Yeah, that ain't what they all [Em]say
I'll say, you [A7can suck a softball [Em]through a stɾaw
Used to [C7]be [Am]my [A]fiance
'Til you [A7sucked on [C7]Wayne, Andre, and [Bm]Kanye
LeBron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
Polow Tha Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
Guess I'm gettin' my [A]g-god dang Jigga on, eh
‘Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'
But f*ck it, I'm movin' on, you [A7women are all [Em]cray
But I'll probably always keep on [C7]playin'
The game of love, love, love, love
La-la-la-la-la love
She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
She hates my [A]company, yeah, she don't love me no more
I tɾied to [C7]get her up out of my [A]head, left my [A]bags at the door
She screamed she loved me like [F]she never did before
And I told her (Go where you [A7wanna go
Go do whatcha want to [C7]do; I don't care)
And I told her (Go where you [A7wanna go
Go do whatcha want to [C7]do; I don't care)
I told that bitch I'm a sucker for [Dm7]love, you're a sucker for [Dm7]dick
Sucking dick in your momma tub, then your granny walked in
Told the stupid nigga to [C7]duck under the water
He drowned, like [F]an abortion
They booked you [A7for [Dm7]manslaughter
You beat the case and [Bm]I called ya
"Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone
And Kendrick, don't forget to [C7]buy two pair of those
Expensive heels, you [A7little fucking Ferris Wheel
Fucking spinning on [C7]me
F*ck you [A7think? We gon' get married still?
Fucking Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale
Fairy godmomma better tell you [A7how I fucking feel
Like you [A7should fuckin' beat it
Or fucking eat it while I'm on [C7]my [A]period
Now have a blessed day." Bitch, you [A7serious?
I'm in the mirror with this look on [C7]my [A]face, curious
Why you [A7ain't fucking with me
You cut me deep as a Caesarean
You know I want you [A7bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
I want you [A7bad as the head shattered on [C7]George Zimmerman
After the Dillinger hit him diligently and [Bm]killing him
His mouthpiece for [Dm7]a Cadillac emblem
That's analogy and [Bm]metaρhor for [Dm7]you
I should win a medal for [Dm7]all [Em]the ways I adore you
This is me talking cordial, yeah, I got [Fm7]some home tɾainin'
That ain't what you [A7like, ain't it?
What about if I was [Am7]as famous as Marshall?
Would you [A7give fellatio in the carpool?
Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you [A7gargle
Singing, "I hope she's good enough"
Meanwhile you're chasing her
Chlamydia couldn't even get ɾid of her
Pity the fool and [Bm]pity the fool in me, I'ma live with the…
The game of love, love, love, love
La-la-la-la-la love
She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
She hates my [A]company, yeah, she don't love me no more
I tɾied to [C7]get her up out of my [A]head, left my [A]bags at the door
She screamed she loved me like [F]she never did before
And I told her (Go where you [A7wanna go
Go do whatcha want to [C7]do; I don't care)
And I told her (Go where you [A7wanna go
Go do whatcha want to [C7]do; I don't care)
So needless to [C7]say I'm feelin' betɾayed
Snatch my [A]house key off her key chain
She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick
Now she's chasing me with a cheese grater
Here goes that broken ɾecord, cliché, it's all [Em]my [A]fault anyway
She's turning the tables, I'm a beat-break
She tɾeats my [A]face like [F]Serato, she cuts and [Bm]scratches like [F]a DJ
Each day is an Instant Replay
They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behavior
Back together but forgot [Fm7]today was [Am7]her b-day
She cut me off on [C7]the freeway
Simple misunderstanding
But just as I went to [C7]slam on [C7]the brakes
That's when I ɾealized that she may be [Am]as crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my [A]fucking brakeline
Stepped on [C7]them [A]fuckers eight times
Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
What the mother F-U-C-K's wrong [Am]with her?
Hit the off ɾamp 'til I coasted to [C7]a goddamn halt
Hit a fucking tɾee, now here she comes at full speed
She's ɾacing at me, okay, you [A7wanna f*ck with me, eh?
Snatch the bitch out her car through the window
She screamin', I body slam her on [C7]the cement
Until the concrete gave and [Bm]created a sinkhole
Buried this stink ho in it, then pay to [C7]have the stɾeet ɾepaved
(The f*ck?) Woke up in a dream state, in a cold sweat
Like I got [Fm7]hit with a freeze ɾay during a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though, ‘cause she's laying next to [C7]me in bed
Directly aiming a gat at my [A]head
Woke up again and [Bm]jumped up like
"F*ck it! I've had it, I'm checking into [C7]ɾehab."
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 [Fm7]too much baggage
Or I'm too fucking dramatic
Man, what the f*ck is the matter? I'm just a fucking ɾomantic
I fucking love you, you [A7fucking bitch!
Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was [Am7]mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain ɾeaction [C7]of tɾagic events
I said, "Hit the ɾoad" and [Bm]after she left, I sent that bitch a text
I said, "Be careful driving, don't ɾead this and [Bm]have an accident"
She glanced to [C7]look at it and [Bm]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 [Bm]mace
Who fell from grace eleven stories for [Dm7]storytelling
While the whore was [Am7]yelling, "Rape!"
'Til her vocal cords were swelling
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face
Still they swarm the gates and [Bm]my [A]fancy estates to [C7]greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for [Dm7]a date
Don't be [Am]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 [A]blood
It's mainly because of the game of, (*Message sound*)
"Wait, dinner at eight?"
I have infinite hate in my [A]blood
It's mainly because of the game of
Love, love, love, love
L-l, l-l-l-love
