• 标题:Pure Souls
  • 歌手:Kanye West
  • 专辑:Donda
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  • 语言:en
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    作词 : Kanye West/Bastian Völkel/Mike Dean/Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr./Jahmal Gwin/Tim Friedrich/Christoph Bauss/Raul Cubina/Mark Williams/Orlando Wilder
    作曲 : Kanye West/Bastian Völkel/Mike Dean/Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr./Jahmal Gwin/Tim Friedrich/Christoph Bauss/Raul Cubina/Mark Williams/Orlando Wilder
    Life change when you famous
    I remember, back before the chains, we was nameless
    Went through stages just to hop on new stages
    Open up your eyes, man they only entertainers
    And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
    And I cannot sell my soul (Yeah, soul)
    And I cannot sell my soul (Jesus saved my soul)
    And I cannot sell my soul
    I've been at the top shinin' like a light pole
    And I'm just a product of what a nigga was raised in
    This money sanctified, so I gotta say it again
    They said I was mad at the GRAMMYs
    But I'm lookin' at my grammy right now
    Pulled up on Ye, and I said, "They don't understand me"
    I just want my dawg to pipe down
    'Cause when you really came from the trenches
    You was raised in the trenches (Mm)
    You feel like you trail blazed for the trenches (Mm)
    I hope God can forgive me for the days that I was sinnin' (Mhm)
    The truth is only what you get away with, huh?
    I said, "The truth is only what you get away with, huh?"
    Ayy, that's why a lot of these niggas be fakin', huh
    Made it through the trials and tribulations, huh
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Uh, uh, well, well, here goes
    Well, here goes, well, here goes
    I was one of them weirdos of the pure soul
    That would go to the flea market to buy fake clothes
    Every color Girbaud's, every Cutlass is cold
    Every cousin that stole, every summer was cold
    Out of all of the moles, out of all of the Folks
    After all of the jokes, I'm the one that was chose
    All of my friends love to gang bang
    How we in my car, and you say we ain't in the same lane?
    When we both had Pelles on
    And we was scammin' for the prom before Chief Keef was "Bang, Bang"
    Always had mob ties, stood on my six points, how could I not rise?
    Love, truth, peace, freedom, justice, but I'm not five
    This southside, and we outside
    And for all the guys that went to the White House and said, "Free the old man"
    Every day I put my life on the line to feed the whole clan
    Personal worth is not what a person is worth
    I can give a dollar to every person on Earth
    Man, it's gotta be God's plan
    Man, I swear these boys keep playin'
    We gon' have to square up then
    We gon' have to send it up then
    My favorite place to send it

    It ain't how it used to be
    This the new me, so get used to me
    Lookin' in the mirror, it's the truth of me
    Lookin' at my kids, it's the proof of me
    Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
    Father, Holy Spirit, let loose on me
    Father, I'm Yours exclusively
    The truth is only what you get away with, huh
    Woah, oh, yeah-yeah
    The truth the only thing you get away with (Can't get away)
    Oh, no
    The truth the only thing you get away with (Oh-woah)
    The truth, the truth (I did it)
    The truth the only thing you get away with
    Oh-oh, I can trust again
    I can trust again, I can only trust in him, woah
    The truth, oh, yeah
    Oh-ooh, ooh
    The truth, the truth
    He know every side of, every side of you (Oh)
    Don't shine through
    They could never hide from you (The truth)
    He can see it, birds-eye view
    Can't get away
    Oh-woah
    They can never hide from you
    They can never hide, hide from you, no, no
    No-ooh, the truth
    Get away, get away
    Oh-oh, yeah-yeah, oh-woah