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Kanye West:] |
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Hey eh* |
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I'm known for running my mouth |
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I will not be accountable for what comes out uh |
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I dunno, I might have said it |
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I was kinda gone and lightheaded |
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My jacket kinda fresh bright reded |
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And as usual, my pants tight-threaded |
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It seem like everybody dress tight now |
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And I just want my credit |
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Don't get it, twist it, or dread it |
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I am the king and will not be headed |
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To the morgue no time soon, brethren |
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Being broke made my head hurt |
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So I need the bread or an Excedrin |
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That'll only get my engine revving |
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While y'all on 10, I'm on 11 |
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I'ma make the news be on at 7 |
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Matter fact, I'm on this very second |
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I'm in first and y'all in second |
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And this verse only add to the freshness |
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Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list |
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What you think? Way more bitches? |
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I can never be too big for my britches |
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Y'all mother****ers know who this is |
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I'm gifted |
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Merry Christmas |
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Merry Christmas |
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[Lykke Li & Santogold:] |
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I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes |
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Whatever comes, I write it down |
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So knock me out and shoot me down |
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With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time |
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[Santogold:] |
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You don't know my mind |
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Like I said a thousand times |
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I gotta stay ahead |
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Know what I'm fighting for |
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I'll leave you to your talk |
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Never seen my kind before |
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And you're all so thick-headed |
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Follow and I know I let it |
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Part of me won't let me quit |
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Won't let me just not say shit |
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So much is there to be bored with |
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Can't be still, I can't afford it |
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Try to hold it in but it make me sick |
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So I spit it out, say the hell with it |
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I dream it and I build it all |
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Make a way for when it falls |
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[Lykke Li & Santogold:] |
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I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes |
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Whatever comes, I write it down |
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So knock me out and shoot me down |
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With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time |
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I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes |
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Whatever comes, I write it down |
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So knock me out and shoot me down |
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With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time |
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I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes |
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Whatever comes, I write it down |
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So knock me out and shoot me down |
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With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time |
![Gifted (Album Version) [feat. Kanye West, Santigold & Lykke Li]](/storage/19/180355.jpg "Gifted (Album Version) [feat. Kanye West, Santigold & Lykke Li]")