K/Kanye West/All Falls Down (feat. Syleena Johnson)
[Refrain: Syleena Johnson] Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you all, it all falls down Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you all, it all falls down
[Intro: Kanye West] Yeah, this the real one, baby Uh, Chi-Town stand up Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right
[Verse 1] Man I promise, she's so self-conscious She has no idea what she's doin' in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny Now, tell me that ain't insecurr The concept of school seems so secure Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr She like, fuck it, I'll just stay down here and do hair Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs of new Airs Cause her baby-daddy don't really care She's so precious with the peer pressure Couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter Alexis She had hair so long that it looked like weave Then she cut it all off, now she look like Eve And she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believe Single black female addicted to retail, and well
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[Verse 2] Man I promise, I'm so self-conscious That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches Rollies and Pasha's done drove me crazy I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that ver-say-see Then I spent four hundred bucks on this Just to be like, nigga you ain't up on this And I can't even go to the grocery store Without some Ones thats clean and a shirt with a team It seems we living the American dream But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem The prettiest people do the ugliest things For the road to riches and diamond rings We shine because they hate us, floss cause they degrade us We trying to buy back our 40 acres And for that paper, look how low we a stoop Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe
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[Verse 3] I say fuck the police, that's how I treat 'em We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em Things we buy to cover up what's inside Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth That's why shorty's hollerin', where the ballers at Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack And a white man get paid off of all of that But I ain't even gonna act holier than thou Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with twenty-five thou Before I had a house and I'd do it again Cause I want to be on 106 and Park pushin' a Benz I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific I got a couple past due bills, I won't get specific I got a problem with spendin' before I get it We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
