Something’s burnin’, 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 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 to bust her, 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’ve known when I made it all the way to third base

And that was only the first date
Could’ve made it to home plate
But you slid straight for the dome and dove face
First, no you don’t understand
I don’t do 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 fiancé
‘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’

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 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 do whatcha wanna do, I don’t care”
And I told her, “Go where you wanna
Go do whatcha wanna do, I don’t care!”

I told that bitch
“I’m a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick”
Suckin’ dick in your mama 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 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, 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 godmama 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 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’ him
His mouthpiece 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 training
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, you’re chasin’ her”
Chlamydia couldn’t even get rid of her
Pity the fool and pity the fool in me
I’ma live with 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 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 do whatcha wanna do, I don’t care”
And I told her, “Go where you wanna
Go do whatcha wanna do, I don’t care”

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 cliché
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 say what we display is symptomatic of addict behavior
Back together, but forgot today was her B-day
She cut me off on the freeway
Simple misunderstanding

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-C-K’s wrong with her?

Hit the off ramp ’til I coasted to a goshdamn halt
Hit a fuckin’ tree, now here she comes at full speed
She’s racin’ at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh?
Snatch that bitch out her car through the window
She screamin’, I body slam her on the cement
Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
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 during 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’Oréal and mace
Who fell from grace 11 stories for storytellin’
While the whore was yellin’, rape!
‘Til her vocal cords were swellin’
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings’ face

Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
‘Less you’re 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…
Wait, dinner at eight? I have infinite hate in my blood
It’s mainly ’cause of the

Game of love, love, love, love
La-la-la-la-la love