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The Finer Things

Kanye West

Mr. West

2010

missin'

The life I live, fit for a King
Now all I need fine little dime that's sharin my shine
We sit back, watch the haters go by

I'm not tryna'

and stand by me if thou knowst it telling

Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath

Good King Wenceslas

Bing Crosby

A Christmas Collection

2000

Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder

Good King Wenceslas

Bing Crosby

Christmas [Single Disc]

1999

Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder

Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither page and stand by me
If thou knowst it telling
Yonder peasant, who

the relationships you already have
So being able to talk to your
Grand dad who lives in China
Or being able to speak to your
Friend at work
When he's in Bangkok

is a way out

We seclude ourselves in isolated settlements
Assigned by our hands and justified by our heads

In our imaginary order

We've got two legs

(Lost at sea, never meant to be)

I need to know, what's the fuel that drives me away 
While I just pass it by, it all 
Memories to drive you insane

a man

Ten score lives gone up in smoke - his trusty jerry can

His favourite prey, the sleeping ones, ignorant to attack

Awakened by the fuel

can feel responsible and guilty
But whatever you believe
You must fire your engine
Burn that fuel and hit the road !

Guided by the madness of profit

til I'm on the fringe
This pain feels electric, I'm driven by revenge 
It's like I'm in a tesla, no hands on the wheel 
Bitch I'm on auto pilot that's

Their suffering is his wealth 
Their blind faith in his words will see him rise 
I feel my eyes coated by the infectious darkness that he is

7:48 am: This city seems so alive and at the same time undead
An overwhelming tsunami engulfing the spirit that's said to live here
Drowning in

shit to do
I made some sacrifices fuck it man that shit was cool
Fuck the authority can never follow by rules
I'm in this shit forever nigga I got plenty

Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant,

life that we living ain't we what we posed to live in
Defined by the hood and the shades of our pigment
Just tryna present all the presents god's gifting

LIFE ON THE ROAD IS ALL I KNOW
ANOTHER MILE DOWN HERE I GO
ANOTHER SMALL TOWN SAME OL SHOW
AND THE FUEL GAUGE IS COVERED BY YOUR PICTURE
RUNNIN LOW

we're up in smoke
Glued down by a gorilla
In a super silver haze
Looking for Cinderella
Only got 99 days
I'm fishing for black tuna
Jet fuel to keep

will get you by 
  
 Loose your head, to find your place 
 A talk trough the night, a strong embrace 
 A fistful of joy, fuel for more 
 It would be fine

off our poverty
Big coon dogs stole our sovereignty
Their barks were deafened by a court bell
These gorgeous green hills burnt like hell

All

a new day

Fell nine imma get up ten
Fuel the fire
That's lit from within

Check the record
We created to win
By design
God knew the blue print

He say I

One night in Garmisch
I sat on the edge
And I saw it was good at last 
We laughed 'til we cried
And the voice in the tree
Was heard only by two my

Chorus:

Nothing here to lose
Not confused
When we're speaking
I'll play by the rules
Till my dudes get the tweaking
Revolution moves
For the fuel we been

Slave Riot

Agents of Oblivion

Agents of Oblivion

and me listen to the whispering
Whisper to the listening old grey ghost 
And I whisper to the listening sky, 
By the gods above us 
We won't live