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作词 : Kanye West/Sean Solymar/Shawn Carter/Raul Cubina/Brian Warner/Charles Njapa/Mark Williams/Dwayne Abernathy Jr/Michael Dean
作曲 : Kanye West/Sean Solymar/Shawn Carter/Raul Cubina/Brian Warner/Charles Njapa/Mark Williams/Dwayne Abernathy Jr/Michael Dean
Take what you want
Take everything
Better that I change my number so you can't explain
Violence in the night, violence in the night
Priors, priors, do you have any priors?
Well, that one time, I'll be honest, I'll be honest, we all liars, let it go
I'll be honest, we all liars (Liars)
I'll be honest, we all liars
I'm pulled over and I got priors (Priors)
Guess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
Guеss who's goin' to jail tonight? (Tonight, tonight)
God gon' post my bail tonight

Don't you curse at me on tеxt, why you tryna hit the flex?
I hold up, like, "What?" I scroll, I scroll up like, "Next"
Guess who's getting 'exed? Like, next
Guess who's getting 'exed
You made a choice that's yo' bad, single life ain't so bad
But we ain't finna go there, something's off, I'll tell you why
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight
Wanna play? Play in the cell, yeah
I could scream and shout, let it out
I'm pulled over and I got priors
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? (Tonight, tonight)
God in my cell, that's my celly
Made in the image of God, that's a selfie
Pray five times a day, so many felonies
Who gon' post my bail? Lord, help me
Hol' up, Donda, I'm with your baby when I touch back road
Told him, "Stop all of that red cap, we goin' home"
Not me with all of these sins, casting stones
This might be the return of The Throne (Throne)
Hova and Yeezus, like Moses and Jesus
You are not in control of my thesis
You already know what I think 'bout think pieces
Before you ask he already told you who he think he is
Don't try to jail my thoughts and think pre-cents
I can't be controlled with programs and presets
Reset
On my cell, in my cell tonight
Don't have to see you to touch you
This is what braille look like, it's on sight, woo, woo, woo
If they take me to jail, call my girl, tell her send my mail
We know what Hell look like, still, it's a hell of a life, yikes