[Justin Timberlake:]
You take the clothes off my back,
And I let you.
You steal the food right out my mouth,
And I watch you eat it.
I still don't know why,
Why I love you so much?
Ohhh!
You curse my name,
In spite to put me to shame,
Air all my laundry in the streets,
Dirty or clean,
Give it up for fame.
But I still don't know why,
Why I love it so much?
Yea!
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
And, baby,
It's amazing, I mean this maze with you,
I just can't crack ya code,
One day you screaming you love me loud,
The next day you're so cold.
One day you here,
One day you there,
One day you care,
You're so unfair...
Sippin from the cup
Till it runneth over,
Holy Grail.
[Jay-Z:]
Blue told me remind you n**gas,
Fuck that shit y'all talking bout!
I'm the n**ga,
Caught up in all these lights and cameras,
But look what that shit did to Hammer!
Goddammit it, I like it!
The bright lights is enticing,
But look what it did to Tyson!
All that money in one night,
30 mill for one fight,
But soon as all the money blows,
All the pigeons take flight.
Fuck the fame!
Keep cheating on me.
What I do?
I took her back,
Fool me twice,
That's my bad,
I can't even blame her for that,
Enough to make me want to murder.
Momma, please, just get my bail,
I know,
Nobody to blame.
Kurt Cobain,
I did it to myself.
[Justin Timberlake & Jay-Z — x2:]
And we all just
Entertainers,
And we're stupid
And contagious.
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z:]
Now I got tattoos on my body,
Psycho bitches in my lobby,
I got haters in the paper,
Photo shoots with paparazzi,
Can't even take my daughter for a walk,
See them by the corner store,
I feel like I'm cornered off.
Enough is enough,
I'm calling this off.
Who the fuck I'm kidding, though?
I'm getting high,
Sitting low,
Sliding by
In that big body,
Curtains all in my window.
This fame hurt,
But this chain works.
I think back,
You asked the same person,
If this is all you had to deal with?
N**ga deal with,
It, this shit ain't work.
This light work,
Camera snapping, my eyes hurt,
N**gas dying back where I was birthed,
Fuck your iris and the IRS!
Get the hell up off your high horse!
You got the shit that n**gas
Will die for.
Dry yours,
Why you mad?
Take the good with the bad,
Don't throw the baby out with the bath water.
You still alive,
Still that n**ga, n**ga,
You survived,
You still getting bigger, n**ga,
Living the life,
Vanilla Wafers
In a villa.
Illest n**ga alive,
Michael Jackson Thriller.
[Chorus]
[Justin Timberlake:]
You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it,
And you take the blade right out my heart
Just so you can watch me bleeding.
I still don't know why
Why I love you so much?
Yea!
And you play this game
In spite to drive me insane,
I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink with
Guess whose name?
But I still don't know why
Why our love is so much?
[Chorus]
