Nice Guy - Eminem/Jessie Reyez.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/J. Reyez/L. Griffin, Jr./Fredrik Ball
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/J. Reyez/L. Griffin, Jr./Fredrik Ball
[00:05.820]You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
[00:09.920]You're faithful, you don't lie
[00:12.800]After the club, you'll go back home, right?
[00:17.000]Right? Psych!
[00:20.580]**** my dick, you ****ing suck, man
[00:23.950]**** my dick, you ****ing suck, man
[00:27.240]I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
[00:30.790]**** my dick, you ****ing suck, man
[00:34.240]I hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun it
[00:37.300]I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'
[00:40.690]I'm bipolar with the switch-up just as quick, like you cummin'
[00:44.120]I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'
[00:47.300]I'm not a cheater, but if I'ma be accused, might as well be
[00:50.880]You tell me you'll take me back when Hell freezes
[00:53.290]But females be, rushin' me outside my telly, temptation overwhelms me
[00:57.780]Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin' me for a selfie
[01:02.110]Chargin' me, so I gave my hotel key (Uh, I was tryna be nice)
[01:07.650]You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
[01:11.680]You're faithful, you don't lie
[01:14.580]After the club, you'll go back home, right?
[01:18.810]Right? Psych!
[01:22.310]**** my dick, you ****ing suck, bitch
[01:25.780]**** my dick, (Bi-) you ****ing suck, man
[01:29.130]I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck (Bi-)
[01:32.550]**** my dick, you ****ing suck, bitch
[01:35.240]I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmine Coppola
[01:39.210]Got you tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
[01:42.630]La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
[01:46.030]Estás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola
[01:49.400]I'm an emotional wreck, weak (Uh-huh)
[01:51.120]Everything over-affects me (Yeah)
[01:52.740]When you joke, it upsets me (Yeah)
[01:54.360]You say I'm no good at sex
[01:55.770]And you think I'm gross and unsexy (Uh-huh)
[01:58.040]I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks (Yeah)
[01:59.400]You hope I choke on a Pepsi (Yep)
[02:01.180]Bitch, you was supposed to correct me (Oh)
[02:03.270]Been textin' you since three, I still get no ****ing reply
[02:06.640]You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
[02:10.240]Why you goin' in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitch
[02:13.140]I doubt that you're goin' to house sit
[02:14.890]In that outfit, and those skin-tight Levi's
[02:17.480]Every word that comes out your mouth's a ****ing lie
[02:20.220]Oh, it's springtime, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
[02:23.670]You say don't come over 'cause you got pink eye
[02:26.050]But I think I got just the thing
[02:27.800]Why don't I bring my ****ing bat and just swing by?

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作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/J. Reyez/L. Griffin, Jr./Fredrik Ball
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/J. Reyez/L. Griffin, Jr./Fredrik Ball
You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you'll go back home, right?
Right? Psych!
**** my dick, you ****ing suck, man
**** my dick, you ****ing suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
**** my dick, you ****ing suck, man
I hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun it
I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'
I'm bipolar with the switch-up just as quick, like you cummin'
I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'
I'm not a cheater, but if I'ma be accused, might as well be
You tell me you'll take me back when Hell freezes
But females be, rushin' me outside my telly, temptation overwhelms me
Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin' me for a selfie
Chargin' me, so I gave my hotel key (Uh, I was tryna be nice)
You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you'll go back home, right?
Right? Psych!
**** my dick, you ****ing suck, bitch
**** my dick, (Bi-) you ****ing suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck (Bi-)
**** my dick, you ****ing suck, bitch
I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmine Coppola
Got you tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
Estás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola
I'm an emotional wreck, weak (Uh-huh)
Everything over-affects me (Yeah)
When you joke, it upsets me (Yeah)
You say I'm no good at sex
And you think I'm gross and unsexy (Uh-huh)
I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks (Yeah)
You hope I choke on a Pepsi (Yep)
Bitch, you was supposed to correct me (Oh)
Been textin' you since three, I still get no ****ing reply
You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
Why you goin' in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitch
I doubt that you're goin' to house sit
In that outfit, and those skin-tight Levi's
Every word that comes out your mouth's a ****ing lie
Oh, it's springtime, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
You say don't come over 'cause you got pink eye
But I think I got just the thing
Why don't I bring my ****ing bat and just swing by?