Lyrics:
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
feels good
(Amen) woo
(Amen) guess I'm lucky
(Amen) some of us don't get a second chance
(Amen) but I ain't blowin' this one
(Amen) nah, man
(Amen)
He'd go on to see a thousand things
We'll paint that number eight on the driver's side
That's how old I was when I gave Jesus my life
I stepped
the flames, escaped from the hell storms
Credentials of a high chief, blowin' on that potent broc' leaf
My old earth got a chance to see a black man run
young
So we live a life like a video
When the sun is always out and you never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
Summer stories that we own could become a film
We could watch it years ago on the DVD
There'll be the house my grandma sold
There'll be people we
my house
In my arcade
Give me some money I die
I want some arcade man
I wanna play the video games
And drive it to the court
And drive it
history not run by your rules
The old white man cannot decide for youth
How many wish me to win but hope I lose
Lot of you owe me my time back shame
not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'
Now for the next year there was some good times
A few
building
Some suits wearing ties and shit
But there's some real good-ass fucking people, man
Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff
Fucking Justin Duran, Dave Bell
some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some
on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I`m a baller so you know I ain`t got shit in my name
I`m strictly ghetto celebrity,
it`s sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that`s about to get jacked
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
knows same old story
Happy B day never hit quite right knew bigger celebrations for me
Catch me out there giving spice to the world
And my feet in the air
make my heart beat fast
A handsome man with laughing eyes
Who smiles as he walks past
And when they play an old-time waltz
He'll twirl me round
mercy and grace
Turning to the whale and then he made a face
Said after three days and nights you have found
A good man, old sucker, you can't keep him
see my story is a story untold by the
Kid from Compton making straight
A's for new clothes
Surrounded by bullets from one
Of my relatives foes
Because
out
How we used to go to all the parties just to rock the house
Word man I remember those good days well
Well chill out man cause I got a story
I saw an old friend at the Culpeper Tavern
We drank some wine and we had a good time
We traded stories like any good travelers
But stories of truth
partner, you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
"look do you want to do the video? You can
be the old man in it." I said, "Old man? Look here, look here who do you think you're talking to... old man
Why thank you
(pick up jack please don't eat that glass my friend)
(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(oh
served the whiskey
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.
And she said "Hey Bub, It's been
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