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Kanye West - Gorgeous feat. (kid cudi and raekwon) Lyrics
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Performer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Guitar
Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
Guitar
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Keyboards
Chris "Hitchcock" Chorney
Chris "Hitchcock" Chorney
Cello
Tony Williams
Tony Williams
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Gene Clark
Gene Clark
Songwriter
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Songwriter
Malik Yusef
Malik Yusef
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
No ID
No ID
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
NO-ID
NO-ID
Co-Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Recording Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Christian Mochizuki
Christian Mochizuki
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Pete Bischoff
Pete Bischoff
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Phil Joly
Phil Joly
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 playin'? I'm sayin' I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothin' I've foreseen it, I dream it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of Autumn All of them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with 30 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 winnin', this week has been a bad massage I need a happy endin' and a new beginnin' And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it, get it? Ain't no question, if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playin'? I'm sayin' I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missin' But this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standin' at attention As long as I'm in Polo smilin', they think they got me But they would 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 nigga ain't shootin' a jump shot, runnin' a track meet But this pimp is, at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the World's Game, this is my Olympics We make 'em say hoe 'cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up off this dick And these drugs, niggas can't resist it Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga, I must have missed it Ain't no question, if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playin'? I'm sayin' I will never ever let you live this down, down, down I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna 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 lookin' at my resume, feelin' real fresh today They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday And what's a black Beatle anyway, a fuckin' roach? I guess that's why they got me sittin' in fuckin' coach My guy said I need a different approach 'Cause people is lookin' at me like I'm sniffin' coke It's not funny anymore, try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, x and o And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic endin' of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it I'm comin' after whoever who has it I'm comin' 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 fuck about it at all 'Cause the same people that tried to black ball me Forgot about two things, my black balls Ain't no question, if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playin'? I'm sayin' I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Ayo, I done copped Timb's, lived in lenses, kid Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots and Benzes Countin' up, smokin', one cuff Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it Steam about a hundred and one L's Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, runnin' up in Stetson Nigga 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 dyin', you give or buy in Keep it real or keep it movin', keep grindin' Keep shinin', to every young man, this is a plan Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye Not for nothin' I've forseen it, I dream it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Kanye Omari West, Ernest Dion Wilson, Gene Clark, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Corey Todd Woods, Jim Mcguinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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