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Kanye West - Spaceship (feat. GLC & Consequence)
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Kanye West
Kanye West
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GLC
GLC
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Consequence
Consequence
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John Legend
John Legend
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Marvin Gaye
Marvin Gaye
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Tony Williams
Tony Williams
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Dexter Mills
Dexter Mills
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Marvin Gaye
Marvin Gaye
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George Gordy
George Gordy
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Sandra Elaine Greene
Sandra Elaine Greene
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Anthony Williams
Anthony Williams
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Gwen Gordy Fuqua
Gwen Gordy Fuqua
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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Leonard Harris III
Leonard Harris III
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kanye West
Kanye West
Продюсер
Tasuya Sato
Tasuya Sato
Инженер звукозаписи
Rebaka Tunei
Rebaka Tunei
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Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
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Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
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Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
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I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit (yeah, yeah) I wish I could (me too) buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky (I swear I do, GLC feel you, 'Ye, I feel you, man, uh) I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh, oh, oh, man, man, man If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole, never got caught They take me to the back and pat me Askin' me about some khakis But let some black people walk in I bet you they show off their token blackie Oh, now they love Kanye? Let's put him all in the front of the store So I'm on break next to the "No Smoking" sign Wit a blunt in the mall Takin' my hits, writin' my hits Writin' my rhymes, playin' my mind "This fuckin' job can't help him" So I quit, y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all can't match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You can't fathom my love, dude Lock yourself in a room Doin' five beats a day for three summers That's "A Different World" like Cree Summer's I deserve to do these numbers The kid that made that Deserves that Maybach So many records in my basement I'm just waitin' on my spaceship, blaow I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh, oh (man, I'm talkin' way past the sky, let's go, yeah) And I didn't even try to work a job Represent the mob at the same time (woo) Thirsty on the grind, Chi' state of mind Lost my mama, lost my mind Life, my love, that's not mine "Why you ain't signed?" Wasn't my time Leave me alone, work for y'all Half of it's yours, half of it's mine Only wanna ball, never wanna fall (ugh) Gotta get mine, gotta take mine (ugh) Got a Tec-9, reach my prime (ugh) Gotta make these haters respect mine (yeah) In the mall 'til 12:00 When my schedule had said 9:00 Putting them pants on shelves Waiting patiently, I ask myself Where I wanna go? Where I wanna be? Life is much more than running in the streets Holler at 'Ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sounds so sweet Yes, I'm the same ol' G, same goatee, stayin' low-key, nope Holler at God, "Man, why'd you have to take my folks?" Hope to see Freddie G., Yusef G, love my G, Rolly G, police watch me Smoke my weed and count my Gs Got a lot of people counting on me (that's right) And I'm just tryin' to find my peace (that's right) Should've finished school like my niece Then I finally wouldn't use my piece, blaow I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit (aw, man, this pressure) I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh (oh, man, we gon' go through it) I 'member having to take the dollar cab, coming home real late at night Standing on my feet all damn day, tryna make this thing right And havin' one of my coworkers say, "Yo, you look just like This kid I seen in a old Busta Rhymes video the other night" Well, easy come, easy go, how that saying goes? No more broad service, cars and them TV shows That all had got snatched from me, A&Rs and they faculties All turn they back on me and didn't wanna hear a rap from me So naturally, actually, had to face things factually (ooh) Had to be a catastrophe, empty fridge is staring back at me 'Cause nothing's there, nothing's fair, I don't wanna ever go back there So I won't be taking no days off 'til my spaceship takes off, bow I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh, oh I wanna fly, I wanna fly I said I want my chariot to pick me up And take a brother for a ride (Heaven knows, Heaven knows)
Writer(s): Marvin Gaye, Kanye West, Gwendolyn Gordy Fuqua, Sandra Greene, Antony Williams, Leonard Harris, Dexter Raymond Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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