30 Hours

You say that you never saw this comin', well, you're not alone

Million dollar renovations to a happy home

My ex says she gave me the best years of her life

I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right

I wake up, assessin' the damages

Checkin' MediaTakeOut

Pictures of me drunk, walkin' out with a bitch

But it's blurry enough to get the fake out

I wake up, all veggies, no eggs

I hit the gym, all chest, no legs

Yeah, then I make myself a smoothie

Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie

Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago

Ándale, ándale, E.I., E.I., uh-oh

You had me drivin' far enough to switch the timezone

You was the best of all time at the time though

Yeah, you wasn't mine, though

But I still drove thirty hours

And I still drove thirty hours to you, yeah

I remember rappin' for Jay and Cam

Young producer just tryna get his flows off

I remember bein' nervous to do Victoria Secret till I pictured everybody with they clothes off

Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition

I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt like a private school for women

Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl

You don't love me, you're just pretendin'

I need a happy beginnin', middle and endin'

Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago

It's gettin' hot in here, that's all that I know

Got a hotel room, three stars for you

You called down for an omelette

Girl, it's five in the morning, you realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria

Only thing open is Waffle House, girl, don't start with me

I used the Western Union for you like it's no prob'

'Cause you was in college complainin' 'bout it's no jobs

But you was suckin' a **** dick the whole time

Well, I guess, a blowjob's better than no job

Uh, and I drove back 30 hours

3 Stacks, can you help me out?

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Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to

Uh, yeah

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Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

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I just be like

It was my idea to have a open relationship

Now a **** mad, now I'm about to drive ninety miles, like Matt Barnes to kill

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Just to kill, just to, just to

I'm about to drive ninety, ninety miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a **** ass

It was my idea and now, now a **** mad, now a ****, uh

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A stunna

Whoop him after school just to show I got class, with the

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Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Drop some shit like that

Aye, aye, aye-aye, aye, uh

Whoop him after school just to

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Whoop him after school just to show I got class

Uh, hee, uh, uh, 3 Stacks

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Just ride out to that, mmm

Check it out, this the bonus track, this the bonus

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Yeah, my favorite albums used to have like bonus joints like this, that's why they kick it off like this

Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden

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Had to put the flyest **** on this shit

Aye, aye, the pyramid shall rise

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Through these ultra light beams, flowin'

For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families that share this moment with us

Let's rock out for 'bout

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You know, hey, you know, hey, you know, hey, you know

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Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team

Aye, remember when, remember the whole block'd get shout out?

This my version of a shout out track

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Aye, let that mug rock, let that mug rock, let that, let that, let that

To my brother Yasiin

Hold it down in Africa

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Aye, aye, aye to my family

Thank you for holdin' me down, the media be actin' like

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That's Gabe callin'

Yo Gabe, I'm just doin' a, uh, I'm just doin' a ad lib track right now, what's up?

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