Love Me

作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Steve King/Obie Trice/Curtis Jackson

作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Steve King/Obie Trice/Curtis Jackson

You don't see me in the hood

It's cause I'm doing this man

****, I'm still grinding, (yeah...)

I'm still hearing those sirens,

I'm still getting chased by those lights,

Only the light's mine and my mic's on

And my time is none because I'm writing more,

And I ain't here to meet a soul in this buisness,

I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this, (for sure...)

And I can't let y'all derail me man,

I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie

Cause Obie be back, (ain't goin' nowhere man...)

We got them craps going on

And that yak going on,

Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin'

It's whateva, put that on the chedda man,

But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time,

Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out

This is it my niggas, this what we boast about,

Now I'm here so shut your ****ing mouth

And show me love b***h..

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I dont love you b***h)

I wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)

Hold you through the night (Hahaha)

I just wanna love you (We wanna love alcohol,）

For the rest of my life（we wanna love guns,)

I wanna hold you in the morning, (we wanna love money)

Hold you through the night.. (Ha)

There's a certain mystique when I speak,<Eminem>

That you notice that's sorta unique,

Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,

And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,

You can't sit still, it's like tryin to smoke crack

And go to sleep, I'm strapped,

Just knowing any minute I could snap,

I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,

I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,

It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry,

It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough

Love Me, For you to play me, it's shitamanie

You just ain't Zane enough to rock with Shady,

Love Me, My noodle is ****ed-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo

I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kit an' kaboodle,

I'm just brutal. It's no rumour, I'm numero-uno, assume it,

There's no humour in it no more, you know

I'm rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,

You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass

You better love me b***h

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,

I wanna hold you in the morning,

Hold you through the night

(and all the niggas say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,

I wanna hold you in the morning,

Hold you through the night

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,

If it ain't about the flow,

It's about the stones and the chain,

If I was you, I'd love me too,

I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce,

I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit,

Then we find out he ****ing round with bow wow b***h,

Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, rewinding the tape,

Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin' rape,Bow Wow

I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoes,

I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start ****in' with her nose, (God Damn)

Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet,

Then the b***h put out a CD that didn't have no beats, (uh-huh)

That boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail,

That b***h went butt-ass for his record to sell,

My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes,

And Big Ben taught Charlie B'more to d********t

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,(I luv' the burners,）

I wanna hold you in the morning,（the monies, the bunnies)

Hold you through the night (I just wanna hold you)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,

I wanna hold you in the morning,(I just wanna love you)

Hold you through the night.(Yeahh!)