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Kanye West
Kanye West
Вокал
André 3000
André 3000
Вокал
DMX
DMX
Артист в сэмпле
The Dramatics
The Dramatics
Артист в сэмпле
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Артист в сэмпле
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Federico Vindver
Federico Vindver
Автор песен
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
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Mark Williams
Mark Williams
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Brian Miller
Brian Miller
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Jahmal Gwin
Jahmal Gwin
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Anthony Khan
Anthony Khan
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Dwayne Abernathy Jr
Dwayne Abernathy Jr
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Derek Watkins
Derek Watkins
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Malik Yusef
Malik Yusef
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Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
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Rennard East
Rennard East
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Norma Jean Toney
Norma Jean Toney
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Paul Anastasio
Paul Anastasio
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Jack Hansen
Jack Hansen
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Bruce Kirkman
Bruce Kirkman
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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Kanye West
Kanye West
Продюсер
BoogzDaBeast
BoogzDaBeast
Сопродюсер
Allday
Allday
Продюсер
The Twilite Tone
The Twilite Tone
Сопродюсер
Federico Vindver
Federico Vindver
Дополнительный продюсер
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Дополнительный продюсер
Dem Jointz
Dem Jointz
Дополнительный продюсер
Fonzworth Bentley
Fonzworth Bentley
Дополнительный продюсер
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Инженер звукозаписи
Andrew Drucker
Andrew Drucker
Инженер звукозаписи
Alejandro Rodriguez-Dawson
Alejandro Rodriguez-Dawson
Инженер звукозаписи
Kalam Ali Muttalib
Kalam Ali Muttalib
Инженер звукозаписи
Irko
Irko
Миксинг-инженер
Rashade Benani Bevel
Rashade Benani Bevel
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Derek Watkins
Derek Watkins
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Tom Gaynor
Tom Gaynor
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[Intro]
It's after hours at that glamorous night spot
And they're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
Let's listen in America Today
Life of the party, mhm, 'til I almost cry, mhm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
[Verse 1]
Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"
I don't know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass
I've been layin' on way too long, got me itchy
Got up and roamed a lil' more
Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
All that time, y'all thought a **** was high, thought I was crazy
My mom, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her overstepping
But do miss her showin' Seven civilian life shit
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama, whisper her this:
The real reason I was geeked to go to church
Must confess, when y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study
That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were fucking
So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty
So on, so on, and so on, we hoped that no one heard us
Sh-sh, ah, ah
And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore
Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him why he never married
Always smiled, but was he happy inside?
Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him?
I'm sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth
Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady
No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions
There's a dissidence at play, dad and mom do hard division
Three Thou', poster child for big dick **** raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for what? I don't know
But I do know that it's crucial, that we do so, pronto
I don't know how much long though
[Chorus]
Straight from Shibuya, on some zen
We back, ramped up, we on ten
It's a marathon and look, we comin' for the win
Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big (C'mon)
Put the whole family on, look at what my Kim did
Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big (Uh)
We gon' win big (What?)
[Verse 2]
Southside gang mentality way heavy
I was thinkin' out the box even in a Box Chevy
And my favorite art teacher name was Mrs. Levy
'Round the time, I learned to put my feelings to a medley (The life of the party)
I ain't turn in homework for like four months and I bet she let me
She saw the vision
"Yeezy you special, go make your own decisions then"
Man, that was a good choice, faith driving us like a Rolls Royce
They tried to take my voice away, I ain't try to take ya choice away
I just prayed the water break, just for my daughter sake, from a slip-up
Fake signatures from fake managers, it all damage ya, good Lord
Give 'em enough of they own rope to hang 'em with
The paparazzi never really got what my angle is
They treat my married life like some type of entanglement
My neighbor still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make of it
God has said himself to make sure that the baby live
And if Ye ain't here, then tell me who gonna say this here?
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a goddamn minute
Let me stop playing with it, hopped in a Lamb' with it
Hopped in a Lamb' with it, in a damn pandemic
Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it
[Chorus]
Listen, straight from Shibuya, on some zen
I'm on ten, it's a marathon and look, we comin' for the win
Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big (C'mon)
Put the whole family on, look at what my Kim did
Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big (Uh)
We gon' win big (What?)
[Bridge]
Do y'all feel me? Really?
Get off Scott Free, I'm talking Ridley
Get off our knees, that's if you're with me
Get off your knees, that's if you're with me
Get off your knees and let's get free
Get off your knees and let's get free
Really, I mean really
Really, I mean really
I need release, I don't need police
I'm like, "****, puh-lease"
Y'all can't hear me, for the real me
For the real me, I mean, mhmm-mm
[Outro]
Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the— woah, uh-oh, uh-oh
Ready mama? (Yup)
I'm so proud of you, yup, you're gonna have so much fun
They gonna shoot us in the air, mama, okay?
C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama
Hold your head back, hold your head back (Three, two, one)
Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right here
It's okay, mama, daddy's here, daddy here
Help, help, daddy's right here, I'm scared
Okay, okay, I got you, it's okay
Okay, we goin' slow, we goin' slow down
It's okay, stop cryin', daddy got you, see, it's over, you did it, P!
You already did it! See? It's already over! Yay! You did it!
Big Girl! It's already over! It's already over, it's already over
Daddy right here, daddy right here
I told you I'm not gon' let you go
I'm not gon' let you go, mama, okay?
Daddy got you, daddy gon' bring us all the way down, okay?
How was it? (We good)
You did a good job (It was scary)
Good job! (Our daughter got more heart than you)
Written by: André Benjamin, Anthony C. Khan, Brian Miller, Bruce Kirkman, Derek Watkins, Dwayne Abernathy, Dwayne Abernathy Jr, Federico Vindver, Jack Hansen, Jahmal Gwin, Kanye West, Malik Yusef, Mark Williams, Norma Jean Toney, Paul Anastasio, Raul Cubina, Rennard East, Terrence Thornton
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