I'd rather be Alone in my bed Alone in my head Alone by myself Beause I know I'm a mess
Everyone's strange! I'm hiding my name Cause I'm too afraid Of the things I might say!
Me oh my... I must've been high Got a blood on my suit Cause I hit that guy Late last night in NYC out Tryna find The American Dream
Oh yeah!! Kanye's in my head Rock n' Roll is dead Just like mama said I'm not good at making friends There I go again Should've kept my ass in bed Just like mama said I'm not good at making friends
Why was there A dress on my floor? A hole in my door? Somebody stole My favorite pair of Tom Ford's
My soul is stained I'm wicked and shamed I'm a plane going down In a hurricane
Me oh my... I must've been high Got a blood on my suit Cause I hit that guy Late last night in NYC out Tryna find The American Dream
Oh yeah!! Kanye's in my head Rock n' Roll is dead Just like mama said I'm not good at making friends There I go again Should've kept my ass in bed Just like mama said I'm not good at making friends
I live my life inside a video I'll never be the real DiCaprio I've got a side that no one knows Knows Knows
I live my life inside a video I'm the new black but there's no funeral I've got a side that no one knows Knows Knows
Kanye's in my head Rock n' Roll is dead Just like mama said I'm not good at making friends There I go again Should've kept my ass in bed Just like mama said I'm not good at making friends
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