[Intro]
It's after hours at that glamorous blank spot
Where they're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
Let's listen in America Today
Boy
[Refrain 1]
Straight from Shibuya, on some zen
I'm back, ramped up, I'm on ten
I know revenge is saved only for Him
But it's hard to make amends when mens just gon' be mens
[Verse]
The white picket got me feeling so fenced in
Bipolar don't equal seekin' attention
That's that psy-that's that psychology
Gemini inside of me, it's my dichotomy
Sendin' Christ publicists to get the Christ out of mе
Just to mention His name is a glitch in the gamе
Break all the chains, I ain't had a drink in over 21 days
Certain summers was a bummer, momma made minimum wage
Everybody rocking J's, I couldn't get 'em for days
She was the only one that knew that I would get to that stage
Guess who wouldn't be shocked by anything that I say?
It's getting kinda heavy like when rain broke the levy
We livin' in the years where tears become deadly
And my favorite art teacher name was Mrs. Levy
'Round the time, I learned to put my feelings to a medley
I ain’t turn in homework for bout' like 4 months and I bet she let me
She saw the vision
"Yeezy you special' go make your own decisions then"
Yeah, that was a good choice, faith driving us like a Rolls Royce
They tried to take my voice away, I ain't tryna take the choice away
I just pray the water break, just for my daughter sake, from a sip-up
Fake signatures from fake managers, it all damage her, 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 family like, like some type of entertainment
My neighbors still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't saying 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 is sending you something, make sure that the baby live
And if Ye ain't here, then tell me who gonna say this shit?
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a goddamn minute
Let me stop playing with it, God playing 'round with it
Popped in a Lamb with it, in a damn pandemic
Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it
It's after hours at that glamorous blank spot
Where they're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
Let's listen in America Today
Boy
[Refrain 1]
Straight from Shibuya, on some zen
I'm back, ramped up, I'm on ten
I know revenge is saved only for Him
But it's hard to make amends when mens just gon' be mens
[Verse]
The white picket got me feeling so fenced in
Bipolar don't equal seekin' attention
That's that psy-that's that psychology
Gemini inside of me, it's my dichotomy
Sendin' Christ publicists to get the Christ out of mе
Just to mention His name is a glitch in the gamе
Break all the chains, I ain't had a drink in over 21 days
Certain summers was a bummer, momma made minimum wage
Everybody rocking J's, I couldn't get 'em for days
She was the only one that knew that I would get to that stage
Guess who wouldn't be shocked by anything that I say?
It's getting kinda heavy like when rain broke the levy
We livin' in the years where tears become deadly
And my favorite art teacher name was Mrs. Levy
'Round the time, I learned to put my feelings to a medley
I ain’t turn in homework for bout' like 4 months and I bet she let me
She saw the vision
"Yeezy you special' go make your own decisions then"
Yeah, that was a good choice, faith driving us like a Rolls Royce
They tried to take my voice away, I ain't tryna take the choice away
I just pray the water break, just for my daughter sake, from a sip-up
Fake signatures from fake managers, it all damage her, 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 family like, like some type of entertainment
My neighbors still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't saying 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 is sending you something, make sure that the baby live
And if Ye ain't here, then tell me who gonna say this shit?
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a goddamn minute
Let me stop playing with it, God playing 'round with it
Popped in a Lamb with it, in a damn pandemic
Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it
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