Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Dress, artist - Kanye West. Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
White Dress |
| Just me and you girl |
| Whoa oh |
| Just me and you girl |
| Whoa oh |
| Trying to sneak upstairs to your apartment |
| Aren’t you a sight for red eyes |
| I just flew in and slipped in on your left side |
| Just a satin gown, you asleep with no make-up |
| I’m just tryna be inside you 'fore you wake up |
| Just me and you girl |
| Whoa oh |
| We had problems but it’s all in the past |
| Everybody got problems baby, algebra class |
| Remember I used to do things that’d make you laugh |
| Like orderin' a girl drink in a masculine glass |
| You like piña coladas, getting caught in the rain |
| Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain |
| Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains |
| And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name |
| But, they never let us do our thing |
| Everybody lying on who I bang |
| We was on fire but they blew our flame |
| Ain’t no denying baby you have changed |
| Cause now your high heels clicking, your lip gloss glisten |
| Your hips start switching, you’re pissed off, tripping |
| Cause even when we’re kissing baby girl feel different |
| Friends all diss him like, «No he didn’t? |
| No he didn’t, is you talking about Kitten? |
| Is that bitch still stripping? |
| Trying to get a pair of Christians?» |
| I swear to God that they got you going crazy |
| But you play it off and say, «How is work baby?» |
| Well some of the models is too coked up to walk straight |
| But seem to still love the man that they all hate |
| But babe I call you back and say that you say that always |
| And kept me on the phone and demanded they all wait |
| See, she knew about all my lies the whole time |
| And my credit’s so bad I can’t get no one to cosign |
| I would’ve thought she would’ve bust in the door cryin' |
| But she upped and left a nigga and she ain’t give me no sign |
| Now, she back in the club in a tight dress |
| With dreams of someday wearing a white dress |
| Seen with some lame, it’s a miracle that she’d |
| Talk to a nigga with a ten-year ago swag |
| Plus I don’t like none of her girlfriends |
| Quote unquote, «Cause her girlfriends got girlfriends.» |
| On the phone, hollin' that «niggas is whatever» |
| Let’s fly to Euro and make this the best summer ever |
| Now she heading to Rome, Rome is the home |
| Rome is where she act like she ain’t got no fucking phone |
| I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown |
| So I can’t bitch and moan, in a session gettin' stoned |
| So a nigga had to hop on a plane |
| A bus and a train, to try to come and talk and explain |
| Rented the whole bottom floor for a candlelight dinner |
| Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her |
| And told her, «Even though I met you in a club in a tight dress |
| At first sight I could picture you in a white dress.» |
| Thirty foot train, diamond from Lorraine |
| Just to make up for all the years and the pain |
| Family on both sides, I’m so glad you came |
| Aunty couldn’t make it, oh no that’s a shame |
| Wedding in June, what could be better? |
| Let’s fly to Euro, make this the best summer ever |
| Take the very last car of the Eurostar |
| Tell the conductor, «Just drive so far» |
| Told some of your friends and they wasn’t excited |
| Well we gon' tour the countryside and they won’t be invited |
| We will not be disturbed by the fussin' and fighting |
| Tell Peaches light the herb cause we just reunited |
| Let’s make a move from these herds, go somewhere in private |
| I’m talking just me and you and the plane and the pilot |
| Just me and you girl |
| Whoa oh |
| Just me and you girl |
| Whoa oh |