Kanye West, The Pastelle Collective - Armina
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{intro: kanye west}
I mean wow, you know? man
{verse 1: kanye west}
Lookin' out my loft windows man my dreams became true
Lookin' at the mirror, wondering if it's the same dude
Lookin' at my closet wondering if it's all about clothes
Look right next to me, wondering if it's all about hoes
Hop in the car and asked the onstar where this life goes
And i drive so fast i blur the light post
They say drive slow, i say "i know"
Then errrr, away i go
And the way i flew
In this year or two
I know this is what god put me here to do
But in this excitement
You just might miss
A shorty with a demo like "hey, you might like this"
And see
He
Remind me of me
Just a year ago
Now he
Tellin' me
I'm his her-ro-oh
I took his cd and asked him what he's lookin' for
He said, "man, i don't know, maybe a miracle"
{verse 2: gil scott-heron}
They call it “due process” and some people are overdue
We beg your pardon, america
Somebody said, “brotherman gonna break a window, gonna steal a hubcap, gonna smoke a joint, a brotherman gonna go to jail”
The man who tried to steal america is not in jail
“get caught with a nickel bag, brotherman. get caught with a nickel bag,” sisterlady on your way to get your hair fixed
“you'll do big ben, and big ben is time”
But a man who tried to fix america will not do time
{verse 3: kid cudi}
Yeah, yeah
I'm often often, sittin' in my world in the coffin, coughin off the herb of the curb
Money, money, money is what they concur
Do they agree?
What they might see, could be
Not exactly what they thought
The car the rap star allgededly bought is probly the same car that the rap star rented
Front end in tennis, supreme in the snowfish
Tailin' the whip, parkin lot a double piece, parked then
My mom swore that i'd be the next come up
Them otha niggas far from it
Uhh, take it literally
How more crystal clear can i be?
How more crystal clear can i be?
How more crystal clear can i be?
{verse 4: gil scott-heron}
As unemployment spirals and as we watch cattlemen on tv shoot cows in the head and kick ‘em in the graves while millions are starving in the sahel and in honduras and maybe even next door
We understand all the more deeply as boston becomes birmingham, becomes little rock, becomes selma, becomes philadelphia, mississippi, becomes yesterday all over again
We understand and we beg your pardon
We beg your pardon, america, because we have an understanding of karma
What goes around comes around
{verse 5: kanye west}
Uhh, motherfucker, yeah
It's crazy how you can go from bein' joe blow
To everybody on your dick; no homo
I bought my whole family whips; no volvos
Next time i’m in church: please, no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think i rap for, to push a fuckin' rav 4?
But i know that if i stay stunting
All these girls only gon' want one thing
I can spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon' come is this good when i'm cumming
She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string
And up top, ungh, two bee stings
And i'm beasting off the riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
"what's that, ye?" "baby, these heels"
"is that a may— what?!" "baby, these wheels"
You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill
You feelin' like you runnin', huh? now you know how we feel
{intro: kanye west}
I mean wow, you know? man
{verse 1: kanye west}
Lookin' out my loft windows man my dreams became true
Lookin' at the mirror, wondering if it's the same dude
Lookin' at my closet wondering if it's all about clothes
Look right next to me, wondering if it's all about hoes
Hop in the car and asked the onstar where this life goes
And i drive so fast i blur the light post
They say drive slow, i say "i know"
Then errrr, away i go
And the way i flew
In this year or two
I know this is what god put me here to do
But in this excitement
You just might miss
A shorty with a demo like "hey, you might like this"
And see
He
Remind me of me
Just a year ago
Now he
Tellin' me
I'm his her-ro-oh
I took his cd and asked him what he's lookin' for
He said, "man, i don't know, maybe a miracle"
{verse 2: gil scott-heron}
They call it “due process” and some people are overdue
We beg your pardon, america
Somebody said, “brotherman gonna break a window, gonna steal a hubcap, gonna smoke a joint, a brotherman gonna go to jail”
The man who tried to steal america is not in jail
“get caught with a nickel bag, brotherman. get caught with a nickel bag,” sisterlady on your way to get your hair fixed
“you'll do big ben, and big ben is time”
But a man who tried to fix america will not do time
{verse 3: kid cudi}
Yeah, yeah
I'm often often, sittin' in my world in the coffin, coughin off the herb of the curb
Money, money, money is what they concur
Do they agree?
What they might see, could be
Not exactly what they thought
The car the rap star allgededly bought is probly the same car that the rap star rented
Front end in tennis, supreme in the snowfish
Tailin' the whip, parkin lot a double piece, parked then
My mom swore that i'd be the next come up
Them otha niggas far from it
Uhh, take it literally
How more crystal clear can i be?
How more crystal clear can i be?
How more crystal clear can i be?
{verse 4: gil scott-heron}
As unemployment spirals and as we watch cattlemen on tv shoot cows in the head and kick ‘em in the graves while millions are starving in the sahel and in honduras and maybe even next door
We understand all the more deeply as boston becomes birmingham, becomes little rock, becomes selma, becomes philadelphia, mississippi, becomes yesterday all over again
We understand and we beg your pardon
We beg your pardon, america, because we have an understanding of karma
What goes around comes around
{verse 5: kanye west}
Uhh, motherfucker, yeah
It's crazy how you can go from bein' joe blow
To everybody on your dick; no homo
I bought my whole family whips; no volvos
Next time i’m in church: please, no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think i rap for, to push a fuckin' rav 4?
But i know that if i stay stunting
All these girls only gon' want one thing
I can spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon' come is this good when i'm cumming
She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string
And up top, ungh, two bee stings
And i'm beasting off the riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
"what's that, ye?" "baby, these heels"
"is that a may— what?!" "baby, these wheels"
You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill
You feelin' like you runnin', huh? now you know how we feel
