More songs by Eminem
Description
Vocalist, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Eminem
Additionalproducer, Composer Lyricist: Luis Resto
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Steve King
Recording Engineer: Tony Campana
Recording Engineer: Mike Strange
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Ann Wilson
Composer Lyricist: Nancy Wilson
Composer Lyricist: Roger Fisher
Lyrics and translation
Original
There was something I was doing all right, but something I just couldn't deny.
Let me go crazy on you!
Crazy on you.
Let me go crazy, crazy on -you. . . -Can't you see what you do to me, baby?
You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac.
I'm like a lunatic, you make me sick.
You're truly the only one who can do this to me.
You just make me get so crazy, I go schizo, I get so insane, I just go schizophrenic. One minute I wanna slit your throat, the next I wanna sex.
You make me crazy, the way we act like two maniacs in the sack.
We fuck like two jackrabbits, and maybe that's a bad habit, 'cause the next day we're right back at it in the same exact pattern. What the fuck is the matter with us?
We can't figure out if it's lust or it's love or status attracting us to each other.
They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother, which would explain why you're such a motherfucking bitch.
But I'll stand, still stick it out with you, even though I just hit you today.
But you deserve it, you hit me first and provoked me to choke you just 'cause I came home late last night, crawled in bed, and I woke you.
But if there's one thing about you that I admire, it's maybe because you stay with me, maybe 'cause you're as crazy as I am.
'Cause when I look at you, I can see an angel in your eyes, but if I look deeper inside, I see your freakish little side.
Like a devil in disguise, you're always full of surprises, always pulling devices out your purse, little vibrators and dildos.
You fuck yourself so much, you barely feel those anymore.
You're only twenty-four, but you're plenty more mature than those other little hoes who just act like little girls, like they're in middle school still. You're crazy, sexy, cool, chill, and you play your position.
You never step out of line.
Even though I stay in your business, you've always kept out of mine. I wonder what's on your mind. Sometimes they say love is blind.
Maybe that's why the first time I doubted your eye, you ain't see the sign.
Or maybe you did, maybe you like being shocked. Just maybe 'cause we're crazy in love!
Let me go crazy on you. Crazy on you.
Let me go crazy, crazy on you. . .
You are the ink to my paper, where my pen is to my pad, the moral, the very fiber, the whole substance to my rap.
You are my reason for being, the meaning of my existence. If it wasn't for you, I would never be able to spit this in sentences.
I do in the irony is you rely on me as much as I rely on you to inspire me like you do. You provide me the lighter fluid, the fuel to my fire.
You're my entire supply, gas, the match, and igniter.
The only way that I'm able to stay so stable is you're the legs to my table. If you were to break, I'd fall on my face.
But I'm always gonna make you feel I don't need you as much as I really need you, so you don't use it to your advantage. But you're essential to me, you're the air I breathe.
I believe if you ever leave me, I'd probably have no reason to be. You are the
Kim to my Marshall, you're the Slim to my Shady, the Dre to my Eminem, the Elena to my Haley.
You are the word that I'm looking for when I'm trying to describe how I feel inside, and the right one just won't come to my mind.
You're like the pillar that props me up, the beam that supports me, the bitch who never took half, the wife who never divorced me.
You're like the roots of my evil, you let my devil come out me.
You let me beat the shit out you before you beat the shit out me. And no matter how much, too much is never enough.
Just maybe 'cause we're -crazy in love! -Let me go crazy on you.
Crazy on you.
Let me go crazy, crazy on you. . .