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[Intro:Louis Mattrs & SG Lewis]
I Just wanna do you right, right (yeah)
I just wanna do you right (yeah, uh)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Cuz you deserve everything and more
You’re royalty, a true queen that a king adore
I need you by my side, you the type I bring on tour
Let’s fall asleep in L.A., wake up out in Singapore
Doing things I never did before
Fuck being selfish, I just wanna give you more
I’m going out my way so you know what I’m in it for
I pay attention, all the little things to listen for
True love’s true comprimise
Ride or die by my side as I’m on the rise
But if I fell off tomorrow, would you disappear?
Sorry – Sounds like I don’t trust you, I apologize
But I’mma love her
I’m trying to give you all of me, so if you’re down to follow me
Gotta do it honestly, you heard ’bout them hoes
My reputation follows me, but I just cut ’em off
Trading quantity for quality, you know?
Make it easy

[Pre-Chorus: Louis Mattrs & SG Lewis]
I believe, I believe, I beli-eee-eve (I believe)
Imma be, Imma be, Imma be the one you need (the one you need)
I believe, I believe, I beli-eee-eve (I believe in us, I believe in trust)
And I will show you that

[Chorus: Louis Mattrs & SG Lewis]
I won’t settle for no less (no less)
Give you my hardest, no rest
I just wanna do you right
I hold heaven in both hands
Give you my hardest, no rest (you know)
I just wanna do you right, girl
I just wanna do you right

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Given you my all, nothing less than
More than a wifey, than my best friend
Do it all for my baby, not a question
Your hatin’ friends keep hatin’, bless them
I wanna be in your room, we could sleep all day
I wanna be somewhere the bullshit can stay away
I wanna get to the point, where I don’t have to lie
When you ask me “Is everything going to be okay?”
It’s easier to sell a dream than keep it real
It’s easier to numb the pain than really feel
Make it vanish in a moment with a magic pill
It’s easier to layaway than pay the bill
Uh, would you stay with me if I was broke?
When we look in these mirrors, are we seein’ smoke?
And this might be the realest shit I wrote
Love’s a challenge, but this ain’t gotta be difficult

[Chorus: Louis Mattrs & SG Lewis]
I won’t settle for no less
Give you my hardest, no rest
I just wanna do you right
I hold heaven in both hands
Give you my hardest, no rest
I just wanna do you right, girl
I just wanna do you right

[Outro: Louis Mattrs & SG Lewis]
And I will bring you all my rights
I just wanna do you right, yeah
I won’t leave you down and out behind me
I just wanna do you right, I just wanna do you right
I just wanna do you right, girl
I just wanna do you right
I just wanna do you right, girl
I just wanna do you right

[Hook]
Said ooh, that’s a lot, lot
Yeah, look at them bands, that’s a lot, lot
Like, ooh, we don’t stop, stop
Count it up, that’s a lot, lot (brrr)
Like, hey, that’s a lot!
Yeah, cashing checks out the box like
Ooh, that’s a lot, lot
Count it up, that’s a lot, lot

[Verse 1]
Cake, cake, cake
I’m laughing the whole way to the bank
I just take, take, take
Sweeping up this cash, I need a rake
I’m the captain out here, pullin’ rank, ugh
Clap that ass, give it a spank
Going ape, ape, ape
Shit, play this, my face look like somethin’ stank
This shit is fish grease, I’m court side, can’t switch seats
Model chick weighs 95, I don’t know what this bitch eats
The homie hit it, I hit it too
The head’s great, the pussy cool
She fell in love off three fucks, like got damn, that’s pitiful

[Hook]
Said ooh, that’s a lot, lot
Yeah, look at them bands, that’s a lot, lot
Like, ooh, we don’t stop, stop
Count it up, that’s a lot, lot (brrr)
Like, hey, that’s a lot!
Yeah, cashing checks out the box like
Ooh, that’s a lot, lot
Count it up, that’s a lot, lot

[Verse 2]
Cash, cash, cash
I just took her home, I’m about to smash, ayy
Stash, stash, stash
Them hoes you be with are hella trash, ayy
Facts, facts, facts
I’m at Barney’s fucking up these stacks, ayy
She got ass, ass, ass
When I hit it, she gon’ throw it back like
Ooh, she a thot
She just wanna have my babies, tryna plot
Ooh, just took a shot
Take another and another
That’s a lot, ayy, you know?

[Hook]
Ooh, that’s a lot, lot
Yeah, look at them bands, that’s a lot, lot
Like, ooh, we don’t stop, stop
Count it up, that’s a lot, lot (brrr)
Like, hey, that’s a lot!
Yeah, cashing checks out the box like
Ooh, that’s a lot, lot
Count it up, that’s a lot, lot

[Bridge]
Cashing checks, ’bouta flex
Tryna fuck, shoot a text
She said “now?”, I said “yes”
Pulled up, put that pussy right to rest
I am nothing like the rest
“Baby, I’m the best”
Always pass the test
What can I say? I am grateful, I am blessed

[Hook]
Said ooh, that’s a lot, lot
Yeah, look at them bands, that’s a lot, lot
Like, ooh, we don’t stop, stop
Count it up, that’s a lot, lot (brrr)
Like, hey, that’s a lot!
Yeah, cashing checks out the box like
Ooh, that’s a lot, lot
Count it up, that’s a lot, lot

[Verse 1]
And I started from the bottom
Like a snowman, ground-up
Like round chuck, and still put hands on you
Stayin’ wound up is how I spend time
Sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pen rhymes
I just got the air about me like wind chimes (yeah)
Another day in the life (uh)
Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community’s gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi
I’m givin’ ’em pounds, I’m upscale now
Guess it means I’m way in the sky
But I still remember the days of
Minimum wage for general labor
Welfare recipient since a minor
Look how government assistance has made ya!
Adversity, if at first you don’t succeed
Put your temper to more use
‘Cause being broke’s a poor excuse
That should only give you more fuel
Show ’em why you’re you
So close, God, it’s like I almost got it
But close only counts in time bombs and horseshoes
So I Unabomb shit—tick, tick, tick—no remorse, pew!
Screw it, I’m lit, and that attitude I blew up on quick
That’s why they call me firecracker
I grew up on wick—wick, wick, wick—with a short fuse
I got some important news to report to
Anyone who thought I was done: nah bitch, not quite
Spotlight’s back on, got my faith, where’s yours?

[Chorus]
Do you still believe, in me?
Didn’t I give everything I had to give you to make you see?
I’ll never forget if you turn your back on me now
And walk out, I will never let you live it down
(I’ll never quit) Do you still believe, in me?

[Verse 2]
Man, I know sometimes
These thoughts can be harsh and cold as ice
To me they’re just ink blots
I just fling ’em like slingshots, and so precise
So you might want to think it over twice
When you retards can roll the dice
But beef will at least cost you your career
‘Cause even my cheap shots are overpriced
But this middle finger’s free as a bird
Nuke warhead-ed birth, you just forehead on Earth
Too short for a verse, studied his formula, learned
How to incorporate a curse
Point it towards corporate America
Stick a fork in and turn, ’cause four-letter words
Are more better heard, the world force-fed a turd
To me, you’re getting yours
But sometimes I overdo it, but I just get so into it
I was there consolin’ you when no one knew it
When your situation showed no improvement
I was that door, you walked over to it
I’m the light at the end of tunnel
So people are always lookin’ at me as they’re going through it
When that tunnel vision is unclear
Shit becomes too much to bear
Since “Cleaning Out My Closet”
When I was having trouble with the snare
I’m that unrealistic prayer answered
And I’ma get you jacked up like you’re tryin’ to fix a flat, uh
When you struggle with despair
That double-fisted, bare-knuckles coupled with this pair
Of nuts I’m cuppin’, I am your fuckin’ switch, nothin’ can compare

[Chorus]
Do you still believe, in me?
Didn’t I give everything I had to give you to make you see?
I’ll never forget if you turn your back on me now
And walk out, I will never let you live it down
(I’ll never quit) Do you still believe, in me?

[Verse 3]
Started from the bottom like a snowman
Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe and smoke that
But my battery’s low, I’ma need a boost to my pack
And I know I always got Proof at my back
I called you “Proof” because I knew for a fact
My ace in the hole, homie, I’m calling on you
‘Cause I think I’m slowly startin’ to lose faith in it, so
Give me that apron and mo—
—tivation to go, Hussein with the flow
Fake fans left you two-faced at the show
Let heartbeats loop, produce hate in my soul
Layin’ vocals two days in a row
True statement, hate to go down this road
But there’s only one route to cross this bridge
So I walk in this bitch with loose change
‘Cause all my dues paid, but this booth’s takin’ its toll
But it’s never too late to start a new beginning
That goes for you too, so what the fuck you gon’ do?
Use the tools you’re given!
Or you’re gon’ use the cards you’re dealt
As an excuse for you to not do shit with ’em?
I used to play the loser, victim
‘Til I saw the way Proof was driven
I found my vehicle and I haven’t ran out of gas yet
And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets
Fanny packs, hourglasses
If time was on my side, I’d still have none to waste
Man, in my younger days
That dream was so much fun to chase
It’s like I run in place
While this shit dangled in front of my face
But how do you keep up the pace
And the hunger pains once you’ve won the race?
When that fuel exhaust is coolin’ off
‘Cause you don’t got nothin’ left to prove at all
‘Cause you done already hit them with the coup de grâce
Still you feel the need
To go full tilt, that Bruce Willis, that Blue Steel
That true skill, when that wheel’s loose, I won’t lose will
Do you still believe?

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)
To the English language
With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper
This rap shit got me travellin’ place to place
You barely leave your house
‘Cause you’re always stuck at your pad, it’s stationary
Yeah, that’s why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out
Simon Cowell of rhymin’ foul, that’s why you sound so shook
Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat
Hook it inside your mouth, go—hruh
That’s what it’s like when the mic is out
‘Cause I’m tearin’ at your flesh with it
‘Til your larynx and neck are split
With these lyrics, weapons, expert with
Like hair extensions, extra clips
And you’re scared to effin’ death of it
Bitch, you’re starin’ at a legend, that
In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped
And hoodie black, should be strapped
To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch
Finger so high in the air, I’ll bet your senses flip
Like a barometric pressure switch
Carin’ less who I offend with this
I’m at your neck like Pez dispense
Go ‘head, spit your flow, bitch!

[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m at your throat like chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher]
And I’ll take a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at once like I had nothin’ to lose, what can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose
And all at once just to have somethin’ to chew
Somethin’ to chew, somethin’ to chew

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Yeah, uh, and still conjoined at
The hip with hop, still on point and poignant
Skilled as Floyd is
In this field, and still no filter, boy
I’ll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy
You still ain’t in the building, boy
I will destroy shit, even as I build it
Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison
Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it
(Like what?) Like a real thin joint it
(What?) Comes on Quilted Northern
(And what?) In a built-in toilet
(Yeah) Bitch, I told you I’m a dog (woof)
I wouldn’t heal with ointment
Way I’m kickin’ these fairies tails
Should write a children’s storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Million voices in my head
But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment
(Off what?) Off the feel of going in
(Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain
Like she thinks I’m dumb
Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come
‘Til I feel anointed
She makes iller noises
When she’s with me, must be from the Windy City
Pretty apparent, she’s a MILF when blowin’ me
‘Cause I conned her into
Rippin’ the condom in two (woo!)
Dick is a bargaining tool
Now I’m gettin’ blue like Klonopins, Rude Jude
I go there, you wouldn’t
Well, I still have a few views in common with you
Just not YouTube, ’cause…

[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m at your throat like chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Verse 3: Eminem]
You’re a has-been
That has been the case since back when
You last went and threw your hat in the race
You’ve been trash, stick your raps in the trash bin
Or end up in my next rhyme
You’re a fuckboy, so next time
It’s gonna be heads flyin’ like Dez Bryant
With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)
Now watch me set it like correct time
All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I
Clock rejects into the next life
Talkin’ reckless, but it’s just my
Strongest suit, but you can get my
Columbian neck tie
Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let’s ride
Why you hitching at night?
I put an end to your life, sex crime
Kidding aside, insidious vibe
Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes
But all you’re getting is bribe
Ending your life to try to get you inside
Then we gon’ end up spending the night
And I’m skinning your hide like an Indian tribe
What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck
Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her
Up, binds up, cuts, slices her twice?
But the muff diver must just like it rough
Fuck right in her vagina, blood
Flies up, under thighs, ugh, like a geyser, uh
Music, please
Enthusiast of the roofie
Goal is to get a floozy inside the jacuzzi
And have a loosey-goosey as coozie is with an Uzi
But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen
Glued we be, I’m truTV, you’re too PG
I’m Schoolly D, you’re Spoonie Gee
No diss there, just notice there
Are no similarities that we share
Besides the fact we breathe air
Happily married, to rap and I’m glad that we buried
The hatchet and patched it up
Now I’m back to ratchet up my attack
And I’m at your mothafuckin’ throat like…

[Chorus: PHresher]
Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Eminem & PHresher]
And I’ll take a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at once like I had nothin’ to lose, what can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose
And all at once just to have somethin’ to chew
Somethin’ to chew, somethin’ to chew

[Verse 1]
Yo!
I bust in, devilish grin, disgustin’
Asshole, freckled cheeks and a butt chin
Calling all party animals
Get on the floor when I pop up on some Whac-A-Mole shit
In search of a chick who stacked them so thick
And implants are so big
She can hang me up on that rack, big ol’ tits
Like Anna Nicole Smith
Body’s bananas and sass to go wit’
I spot you at first glance and go, “shit!”
You wearin’ those pants that don’t fit
That butt won’t ever give up
That’s why you stick it out no matter what
‘Cause you got an ass that won’t quit
So, get on the horn, my saxophone
Grab hold of my instrument, get a grasp, and blow!
You just laugh and go heehee
‘Cause you’re just as nasty so that’s appropriate
That’s why—

[Hook: Eminem / Joan Jett & the Blackhearts]
I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me (yeah, me)
I said I love you, ’cause remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me, nasty (yeah, me)

[Interlude]
You know, I’m wearin’ a new shirt tonight too, yo
With me on it

[Verse 2]
I’m lookin’ at your tight rear like a sightseer
Your booty is heavy duty, like diarrhea
The plan’s to bring you to my house
You’re drinkin’ Jack and Beam
I’m thinking soon as trampolines so we should bounce
But you’re out of your tube-top
If you’re thinking that mi casa es su casa
Yeah, you’re a cute fox
Perfect ten so back that up like a moonwalk
Girl, you’re smokin’ like Snoop Dogg
But you must be Token if you think you’re takin’ over my quarters
There goes the dime into the jukebox
Two shots of blue Hpnotiq and soon I’ll
Turn this pool hall to a barroom brawl
So Rick, scratch on the break like the cue ball
Turn the volume all the way up on your boombox
And excuse the locker room talk, I’m just too raw
But apparently, so are you, ma
‘Cause you just kicked me in the balls and told me to screw off
And that’s why—

[Hook: Eminem / Joan Jett & the Blackhearts]
I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me (yeah, me)
I said I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me, nasty (yeah, me)

[Bridge: Eminem & Joan Jett & The Blackhearts]
Said can I take you home, where we can be alone?
Shorty, you the shit
Girl, I ordered you to sit
I know you’re probably feelin’ me more than you admit
Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink
I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink
From the bottom to the top, floor to ceiling
You ain’t run of the mill, you’re one in a million
‘Cause real tits are still fun
But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones

[Verse 3]
So come and spend the night with the guy most are terrified of
But tonight, curiosity overrides ya
Besides you’re fire (I love) like a starter pistol
Crystal and slides huns, tonight I’m your pilot
‘Cause you should be up in the sky, girl
You’re so fucking fly, you belong in the mile high club
So come on, baby, the night’s young
Don’t string me along, I’m high-strung
We might wind it up, unbound like we’re trying for the Cy Young
Fuckin’ ‘fore we get to the house, screwin’ our brains out
Like changing a lightbulb
That’s why I like ya, ’cause I’m crazy just like ya
Now every time I get brain, you screw mine up
I barely can think straight, your head game is a mindfuck
So ready, set, aim and fire
Yes, babe, I’m fallin’ in likeness kinda, why I love

[Hook: Eminem / Joan Jett & the Blackhearts]
I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me (yeah me)
I said I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me, nasty (yeah, me)