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KANYE WEST lyrics : "Blood On The Leaves"

[Intro: Nina Simone]
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves


[Verse 1]
I just wanna clear my mind now

It's been racin' since the summertime
And 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'mma need a little more time now
Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I thought you could wait

Yeah and I thought you could wait
These (*##$es surroundin' me
All want somethin' 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 naughty
So let's get on with it


[Hook 1]
You 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

It came out of your body
It came out of your body
Running naked down the lobby

And you was screamin' that you love me
Before the limelight tore yah
Before the love life stole yah

Remember we were so young
When I would hold yah
Before the glory

I know there ain't wrong with me

[Bridge]

Something strange is happening

[Hook 2]

You could've been somethin'
We could've ugh, we could've been somebody
Or was it all our first party

When we tried our first molly
It came out of our body
It came out of our body


[Verse 2]
Before they call lawyers

Before you tried to destroy us
How you gon' lie to the lawyers?
It's like I don't even know yah

I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia
$#&@ them other ^!$$%s cause I'm down for my ^!$$%s
$#&@ them other ^!$$%s cause I'm down for my ^!$$%s

$#&@ them other ^!$$%s cause I'm down for my ^!$$%s
I'll ride for my ^!$$%s, I'll die for my ^!$$%s


[Verse 3]
To all my second string (*##$es, trying to get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you call me crazy

I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like "Bad (*##$ alert"

He Instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"
He only wanna see that $$# 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 ain't it

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
Or that cocaine on the table you can't snort that

That going to that owing money that the court got
On and on that alimony
Yeah, yeah she got you homey
'Til death but do your part
Unholy matrimonyAnnotate


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