Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gorgeous, artist - Kanye West. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gorgeous |
| Ain’t no question if I want it, I need it |
| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me |
| I’m on the edge, so why you playing? |
| I’m saying |
| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down |
| Not for nothing I’ve foreseen it, I dream it |
| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me |
| No more chances if you blow this, you bogus |
| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down |
| Penitentiary chances, the devil dances |
| And eventually answers to the call of Autumn |
| All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’ |
| Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin |
| Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums |
| Based off the way we was branded |
| Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon |
| And at the airport they check all through my bag |
| And tell me that it’s random |
| But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage |
| I need a happy ending and a new beginning |
| And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative |
| This the real world, homie, school finished |
| They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it |
| I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS |
| I won’t be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it? |
| Ain’t no question if I want it, I need it |
| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me |
| I’m on the edge, so why you playing? |
| I’m saying |
| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down |
| Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion? |
| The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing |
| This is more than just my road to redemption |
| Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention |
| As long as I’m in Polo smiling, they think they got me |
| But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me |
| I thought I chose a field where they couldn’t sack me |
| If a nigga ain't shootin' a jump shot, running a track meet |
| But this pimp is, at the top of Mount Olympus |
| Ready for the World’s game, this is my Olympics |
| We make ‘em say ho cause the game is so pimpish |
| Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick |
| I insisted to get up offa this dick |
| And these drugs, niggas can't resist it |
| Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted |
| If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga, I must have missed it! |
| Ain’t no question if I want it, I need it |
| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me |
| I’m on the edge, so why you playing? |
| I’m saying |
| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down |
| I need more drinks and less lights |
| And that American Apparel girl in just tights |
| She told the director she tryna get in a school |
| He said “take them glasses off and get in the pool” |
| It’s been a while since I watched the tube |
| Cause like a Crip said, I got way too many blues for any more bad news |
| I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today |
| They rewrite history, I don’t believe in yesterday |
| And what’s a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach? |
| I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach |
| My guy said I need a different approach |
| Cause people is looking at me like I’m sniffing coke |
| It's not funny anymore, try different jokes |
| Tell ‘em hug and kiss my ass, x and o |
| And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it |
| Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit |
| Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes |
| I ain't got it I’m coming after whoever who has it |
| I’m coming after whoever. |
| Who has it? |
| You blowin' up, that’s good, fantastic |
| That y’all, it's like that y'all |
| I don’t really give a fuck about it at all |
| Cause the same people that tried to black ball me |
| Forgot about two things, my black balls |
| Ain’t no question if I want it, I need it |
| I can feel it slowly drifting away from me |
| I’m on the edge, so why you playing? |
| I’m saying |
| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down |
| I done copped Timb's, lived in lenses, kid |
| Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots and Benzes |
| Counting up, smoking, one cuff |
| Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbing a blunt, fuck it |
| Steam about a hundred and one L's |
| Kites off to jails, buying sweats, running up in Stetson |
| Nigga hat game was special |
| It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals |
| The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head |
| Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead |
| That meant code red, bent off the black skunk |
| The black dutch, back of the old shed |
| If you can’t live, you dying, you give or buy in |
| Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding |
| Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan |
| Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye |
| Not for nothing I've forseen it, I dream it |
| I can feel it slowly dripping away from me |
| No more chances if you blow this, you bogus |
| I will never ever let you live this down, down, down |