Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood On The Leaves, artist - Kanye West. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blood On The Leaves |
| I just need to clear my mind now |
| It’s been racin' since the summertime |
| Now 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’ma need a little more time now |
| 'Cause I ain’t got the money on me right now |
| And I thought you could wait |
| Yeah, I thought you could wait |
| These bitches surroundin' me |
| All want something 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 not it |
| So let’s get on with it |
| We 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 |
| And came out of your body |
| And 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 limelight stole ya |
| Remember we were so young |
| When I would hold you |
| Before the blood on the leaves |
| I know there ain’t wrong with me |
| Something strange is happenin' |
| You could’ve been somebody |
| We could’ve, ugh, we could’ve been somebody |
| Or was it on the first party |
| When we tried our first molly |
| And came out of our body |
| And came out of our body |
| Before they call lawyers |
| Before you tried to destroy us |
| How you gon' lie to the lawyer? |
| 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 |
| Fuck them other niggas 'cause I’m down with my niggas |
| Fuck them other niggas 'cause I’m down with my niggas |
| I ride with my niggas, I’d die for my… |
| To all my second-string bitches, tryin' get a baby |
| Tryin' 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 Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy |
| She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert |
| He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert |
| 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 pregnant-ated, 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 go into that, all that money that the court got |
| All in on that alimony, uh |
| Yeah-yeah, she got you, homie, yeah |
| 'Til death, but do your part, uh |
| Unholy matrimony |
| That summer night holdin' long and long, 'din long |
| Now waiting for the summer rose and (Breathe) |
| And breathe and breathe |
| And breathe and breathe |
| And breathe and breathe |
| And live and learn |
| And live and learn |
| And livin' and livin' like I’m lonely |
| Lonely, lonely |
| And livin' all I have |
| And livin' all |
| And live |
| And live |