This song is better than every 80s song ever made 😂 There’s actual skill and talent in this song 🐐 Fuck the 80s and the Gen Z white boys that meat ride it 💯
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky [Verse 1: Kanye West] Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc Before Cam got the shit to pop The doors was closed I felt like Bad Boy's street team: I couldn't work the locks Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van Any pessimists, I ain't talk to them Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment Let's take 'em back to the club Least about an hour I stand on line I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine Jay favorite line: "Dawg, in due time!" Now he look at me, like, "Damn, dawg! You where I am!" A hip-hop legend I think I died in that accident, ‘cause this must be Heaven [Chorus: Kanye West] I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh (Top of the world, baby, top top of the world!) A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh (Top of the world, baby, on top of the world!) Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh (Top of the world, baby, top top of the world!) A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh (Top of the world, baby, on top of the world!) [Verse 2: Kanye West] Back when Gucci was the shit to rock Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop I'd do anything to say I got it Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket Before anybody wanted K. West beats Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC Dog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns Like "Man, these niggas that much better than me?" Baby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane And I don't know if I'll be back again Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets But when she came to kick it, things became different Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long I'm tryin' to right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya (ladies and gentlemen) Look at ya, look at ya (ladies, ladies and gentlemen) And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time (so I think it's time) For us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can She find pictures in my email I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good at that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hood rats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at And I always find Yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time (so I think it's time) For us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby Run away When it starts to get crazy, then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby Run away When it starts to get crazy Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five Pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it Alright, alright, I admit it Now pick your next move You can leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that mothafuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs? Haha Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless P Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know it did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me I guess then you at an advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day you just up and leave And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time (so I think it's time) For us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can
It's sounds like extreme highs and sad lows. People are doubting that you can make it but the paparazzi are flashing and people are cheering and you remember you have what it takes
Do you know how it feels looking back at the dead ends/ Split up like darlings hair when the neck of the comb bends/ Aimless but not short sighted - I feel idle undecided/ why do I try to retain idol? - I feel that I want to be felt/ Its on a day like this that words feel dense, the pile a mile high, used to write in the past/ Maybe ten times to testify, I was pushing my task/ I wasn't a plug but I was on, coming off of the gas/ Talking farewells, encounters and hash/ At my peak I was born to be Dad, but the hype didn't last/ I'm on the heights yelling pastor, please tell em/ I've got the teams and they need the track, sell 'em/ If they don't leave the when it's lights out on this bitch, set em/ I've got the kit, lace and stitch, with the left, off the wrist, if they resist the west wind then I swear the right will get em/ Seven years passed - I experienced innocence lost/ Atrocities of art bloom/ What ensues is part 'doom' and part departure - The Moon keeps telling secrets to my beloved, By the break of dawn discovered, Fair warn to my other brothers - Its loveless in these streets/ Shoulda come in with old blues, I'm heartless as there's no moon - Blue enough to get you - Onto my planetary habitat, Read up on Negro Almanacs, This is freedoms ring - Letting go of old wars, Fruit of all labour - The lateral charge to all chore, The mirrors are side faced, Catch up with times pace - And before you know it you won't recognize your own case, That's no jurny needed - prayer to Jah on high, high stakes, Time takes only what time can call trace, I'm amazed by all fate- I'm not fazed by all aches, I can handle a few words but burns still scar race, Sanankuyan for lords sake, I keep composed because foes can still hear from that space, I wasn't bred to hate you, I pray to God you feel it, I got fed on the X and King was the last plate, No millet, I side step the fake noise and come up with hard takes, Like Diamonds 'were' my blood line - I'm pressured but unchained, The dust will all be settled after the rug shakes, Its usually the third time that you get it right and proper, I want Juking at my funeral, While the phantom leaves the opera, I plunge the pen of understanding sharper into the standing offer, And twist swords that aim for the throat like Dartanion, A sons father
I’m tired of all things you do manipulating me I’m filing child support And I’m filing them on you Yea I’m filing them on you Let’s see how you do when I’m not around You going down God got me child support I’m filing them on you Yea I’m filing them on you
Lyrics: Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya (ladies and gentlemen) Look at ya, look at ya (ladies, ladies and gentlemen) And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time (so I think it's time) For us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can She find pictures in my email I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good at that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hood rats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at And I always find Yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time (so I think it's time) For us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby Run away When it starts to get crazy, then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby Run away When it starts to get crazy Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five Pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it Alright, alright, I admit it Now pick your next move You can leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that mothafuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs? Haha Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless P Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know it did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killin' me I guess then you at an advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day you just up and leave And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time (so I think it's time) For us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can
And I heard 'em say Fuck me in my ass, I swear it ain't gay. From my butt, like Tim, it's a harder way I can feel his love, when he pounding away Before he stick it in, it's a cleaner day. Can I suck the dirt off from yesterday? And I know the government administer AIDS And I'm by fucked by the minister Ye Allahu Akbar getting fucked on hot cars Dudes with the penis on the screen, It's all ours. And these niggas from the hood so sexy enough Where the dope boys is the cock stars But they can't slap ours till we on top broad And I'm trying to be xanist with scars Uh, and I heard 'em say (wooohoohh) Fuck me in my ass, I swear it ain't gay And I heard 'em say Fuck me in my ass, I swear it ain't gay I swear it isn't gayyy It hurts, but it may be the only way It hurts, but it may be the only way
