Pooh, you a fool for this one. Ha. Oh lord, Jetson made another one. Hah. Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh). She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah).

No you can't say if I'm mad or not. Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol. And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off.

I am iron man. Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all. Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead?

Now the tears dry and the pain takes over. Let's talk this payola (payola). You killed God's baby when it wasn't his will.

There's no reason, there's no rhyme. I found myself blindsided by. A feeling that I've never known. I'm dealing with it on my own.

I had a vision. A vision of my nails in the kitchen. Scratchin' counter tops, I was screamin'. My back arched like a cat.

One night. When me and my mom was about to go to bed. All the doors was locked. Then when I had fell asleep. My mom had heard three gun shots.

I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie. I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit. Can I show you a few things?

Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby. Hopefully, we don't have no babies. I don't even wanna go back home. Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own. Ayy.

New car very noisy. Come through and it's roarin'. Yeah, yeah. You know how I'm comin'. You know how I'm comin'. Bend her over, then I murk her.

Because you know I'm all about that bass. 'Bout that bass, no treble. I'm all about that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble.

So this is what you meant. When you said that you were spent. And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit, right to the top. Don't hold back.

We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standin' there. On a balcony in summer air.

[Intro: Eminem]. Hem-de-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le. Hem-de-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation). [Chorus: Eminem].

I figured it out. I figured it out from black and white. Seconds and hours. Maybe they had to take some time. I know how it goes.

Oh yeah. Oh yeah. So scared of breaking it. That you won't let it bend. And I wrote two hundred letters. I will never send.

I miss the old Kanye, straight from the 'Go Kanye. Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye. I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye.