Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Kanye West
Kanye West
Interprète
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Guitare
Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
Guitare
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Claviers
Chris "Hitchcock" Chorney
Chris "Hitchcock" Chorney
Violoncelle
Tony Williams
Tony Williams
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Paroles/Composition
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Paroles/Composition
Gene Clark
Gene Clark
Paroles/Composition
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Paroles/Composition
Malik Yusef
Malik Yusef
Paroles/Composition
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Paroles/Composition
Kanye West
Kanye West
Paroles/Composition
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Paroles/Composition
No ID
No ID
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kanye West
Kanye West
Production
NO-ID
NO-ID
Co‑production
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de prise de son
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Ingénierie de mixage
Christian Mochizuki
Christian Mochizuki
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Ingénierie de prise de son
Pete Bischoff
Pete Bischoff
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Phil Joly
Phil Joly
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 2]
Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of autumn
All them fallin' for the love of ballin'
Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport, they check all through my bag
And tell me that it's random
But we stay winning
This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy ending
And a new beginning and a new fitted
And some job opportunities that's lucrative
This the real world, homie, school finished
They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won't be satisfied till all my **** get it, get it?
[Verse 3]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 4]
Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion?
The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing
But this is more than just my road to redemption
Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention
As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me
But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a black me
I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me
If a **** ain't shootin' a jumpshot, runnin' a track meet
But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus
Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics
We make 'em say ho 'cause the game is so pimpish
Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
I insisted to get up off of this ****
And these drugs, **** can't resist it
Remind me when they tried to have Ali enlisted
If I ever wasn't the greatest, ****, I must have missed it
[Verse 5]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 6]
I need more drinks and less lights
And that American Apparel girl in just tights
She told the director she tryin' to get in a school
He said, "Take them glasses off and get in the pool"
It's been a while since I watched the tube
'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news
I was looking at my resume, feeling real fresh today
They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday
And what's a black Beatle anyway, a **** roach?
I guess that's why they got me sitting in **** coach
My guy said I need a different approach
'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffin' coke
It's not funny anymore, try different jokes
Tell 'em hug and kiss my ****, X and O
And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it
Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack ****
Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it
I'm coming after whoever, who has it?
You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic
That, y'all, it's like that, y'all
I don't really give a **** about it at all
'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me
Forgot about two things, my black ****
[Verse 7]
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 8]
Ay, yo
I done copped Timbs, lived in lenses, kid
Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots, and Benzes
Counting up, smoking, one cuff
Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, ****
Steam about a hundred and one L's
Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, running up in Stetson
**** hat game was special
It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals
The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head
Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead
That meant code red, bent off the black skunk
The black Dutch, back of the old shed
If you can't live, you dying, you give or buy in
Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding
Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan
Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye
[Verse 9]
Not for nothing, I've forseen it, I dreamed it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
Written by: Ernest Dion Wilson, Harold Eugene Clark, Kanye West, Malik Yusef El Shabazz Jones, Mike Dean, James Roger McGuinn, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi, Corey Todd Woods
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