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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Jessie Reyez
Jessie Reyez
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessie Reyez
Jessie Reyez
Songwriter
Yutaka Yamada
Yutaka Yamada
Songwriter
Lisa Gomamoto
Lisa Gomamoto
Songwriter
Norio Joseph Aono
Norio Joseph Aono
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Ray Illya Fraser
Ray Illya Fraser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Mixing Engineer
Illadaproducer
Illadaproducer
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Recording Engineer
M. Strange
M. Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Here we go aga-ain, from heroes to villains Used to be your Romeo, but we were both were jilted A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with But still it gave me hope That we'll get through it together, a severed earlobe Mailed to you in a E-N-V-E lope Would be dope, but What kind of lengths can you go? Pull a Vincent Van Gogh, just to convince a damn hoe To be a housewife who outright lies She's blackout drunk, now she's backin' out my drive I ran outside, why's she tryna act out? She's just about my size Hit me in the mouth twice Guys, when someone you die for Sticks a steak knife in your heart Do you try more? Another late night in She stumbles through my door, lets the daylight in And all we do's fight more And I ain't violent But she's goin' through my drawers to plant the K-Y in I'm gettin' accused by a whore Who smells like St. Ides and Who's has probably screwed five more guys Sucked eight, nine men I'm takin' two-by-fours, to our eight-by-tens Bitch it's you I tore, out the frame, I win Put up a new high score, beat this game I'm in And here's some two-ply for When you date my friends, in order to wipe your ass When you moved your bowels When we renewed our vows This the thanks I get? I'm waitin' for the day I can hear you say, Marshall, what a skank I've been And there's a new guy, you're being replaced by him Got your tubes tied for him Got that boob job for him Hurts me to my core But the pain I'm in, after you I swore To make the gray skies in Here comes the rays like when You get a pay hike, and, am I the good guy, or? Do I just play like him and hope that he dumps you? It's like the dream come true, just to scream, fuck you Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then 'Cause you just look at me and roll them little snakes eyes in Since you bought the jury, they'll call me guilty They'll call me guilty You bought the jury, they'll call me guilty Even though you know the real me You can't beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out But I'll let you say that you're the good guy 'Cause this ain't what love looks like You can't beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out But I'll let you say that you're the good guy Play like you're the good guy Play like, play like, play like you're the good guy
Writer(s): Ray Illya Fraser, Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Jessie Reyez, Norio Aono, Yutaka Yamada, Risa Gomamoto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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