Eminem — Nice Guy (Feat. Jessie Reyez) текст песни

[Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
You’re such a nice guy, a nice guy
You’re faithful, you don’t lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right?! Sike!

[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man

[Verse 1: Jessie Reyez]
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 run it
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 run it

[Verse 2: Eminem]
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
Eh, I was tryna be nice

[Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]
You’re such a nice guy, a nice guy
You’re faithful, you don’t lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right?! Sike!

[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitch
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitch

[Verse 3: Jessie Reyez]
I play your music while you suffer like I’m Carmichael Polar
You tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
Estas de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola

[Verse 4: Eminem]
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 (yep)
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 fucking reply
You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
Fuck you goin’ in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitch
I doubt that you’re goin’ to house sit
In that outfit, no skin-tight Levi’s
Every word that comes out your mouth’s a fucking lie
Oh, it’s spring time, 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 fuckin’ bat and just swing by?