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Jealousy Woes II Lyrics - Artist : Eminem
Jealous!
Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous?! What he mean "jealous"? Know what I'm sayin'? He just mad 'cause he all with them ugly hoes, know what I'm sayin'? Girls don't buy him no clothes He bought that ho some clothes! He don't buy me no clothes That nigga ain't got no money, no vibe, no dick I mean, what do I got to be jealous for? He ain't gonna make it nowhere He ain't got no type of time He has no career move, I mean… I come home every single day from workin' double shifts And stop along the way to pick you up a couple gifts I come inside and you pretend you miss me When you kiss me, then you diss me And we strenuously fight continuously Again you frisk me, for numbers, tryin' to bust me It must be only just because you never learned to trust me Plus we only squabble over irrelevant issues Too many tissues for my feelings you misuse I buy you jewelry, you make a fool of me I bring you diamond rings, you say I'm bad at timin' things So what's a man to do When all I hand to you is handed back to me? You act to be this gangsta bitch That ain't what first attracted me I used to love your company Now you're always pumpin' me for information And you tell your friends you plan on dumpin' me So I'ma wait for your evacuation 'Cause every accusation Makes me wanna smack your face in See, I've never been so sure, and you're just insecure So my solution to your jealousy presents a cure I recommend you take your things and check 'em in Look at the nervous wreck I'm in I need my second wind—say what?! Jealo-! Jealousy! Jealousy! Fuck you and what you going through! Fuck Eminem! He just mad 'cause I left that nigga for another man Me and Eminem don't need nothin' but minus money Immature, me? Nigga ain't got no dick No swang in his thang, know what I'm sayin'? He just mad 'cause I'm gettin' it all night Jealous of me, know what I'm sayin'? That's what I'm talkin' about Motherfucker just tryin' to get this pussy I used to be a puppet and a sucker for your silent treatments I used to be intoxicated with your sweet scents Until the day I started followin' your feet prints And tappin' in your phone conversations Through the heat vents—it made complete sense There's someone else you like So I confronted you and asked you, "Who was Mike?" And you was like, (I need a new nigga) "Someone rich that I could follow And you'll be over me by the time you see tomorrow." Leavin' me in sorrow, Brandy never felt so broken-hearted I fell apart when you departed, then the jokin' started I was an open target, you play comedian And I became the laughing stock But now I'm on my feet again And so we meet again, you're actin' like an ex-wife All in my sex life, I got a message from Phife It goes, "You didn't want me to see yo' hon Don't want me now, take the towel, wipe your brow!" Quit tryin' to hunt me down! You run me down and now your tryin' to apologize For all the lies and every time you made me ball my eyes Because I got a bigger wallet size, you wanna swing it Jealousy is in the house, y'all—fellas, sing it! Jealo-! Jealousy! Jealousy! |
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