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Blood On The Leaves - Kanye West
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves
I just wanna clear my mind now
It's been racin' since the summertime
And I'm holdin' down the summer now
And all I want is what I can't buy now
Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I told you to wait
Yeah I told you to wait
So I'mma need a little more time now
And I thought you could wait
Yeah, I thought you could wait
These bitches surroundin' me
All want somethin' out me
Then they talk about me
Would be lost without me
We could've been somebody
Thought you'd be different 'bout it
Now I know you naughty
So let's get on with it
You could've been somebody
'stead you had to tell somebody
Let's take it back to the first party
When you tried your first molly
It came out of your body
Running naked down the lobby
And you was screamin' that you love me
Before the limelight tore ya
Before the love life stole ya
Remember we were so young
When I would hold you
Before the glory
I know there ain't wrong with me
Something strange is happening
You could've been somethin'
We could've ugh, we could've been somebody
Or was it all our first party
When we tried our first molly
And came out of our body
Before they call lawyers
Before you tried to destroy us
How you gon' lie to the lawyers?
It's like I don't even know ya
I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia
Fuck them other niggas
cause I'm down with my niggas
I ride with my niggas, I'll die for my..
To all my second string bitches,
trying to get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyonce,
you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert"
He Instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two thousand dollar bag
with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside,
wifey on the other side
Gotta keep 'em separated,
I call that apartheid
Then she said she impregnated,
that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go and tell your girl
and report that
Main reason cause your pastor
said you can't abort that
Now your driver say that
new Benz you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table
you can't snort that
That going to that owing money
that the court got
On and on that alimony,
uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie
'til death but do your part,
unholy matrimony