Life Of The Party

Album: Donda (2021)
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  • It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot
    And we're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
    Let's listen in America today

    Life of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
    It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
    Lord, help us

    Hey, Miss Donda
    If you run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
    I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
    No after-over, this is it, done
    If there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
    Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
    I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"
    I don't know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass
    I've been layin' on way too long, got me itchy
    Got up and roamed a lil' more
    Miss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
    You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
    Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point
    Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave then fire up a joint
    'Til I quit, started back up again twenty years later
    All that time, y'all thought a nigga was high
    Thought I was crazy, my mama, she ain't cut no corners
    Got me back on track, I don't miss her overstepping
    But do miss a show in seven, civilian life shit
    Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this
    The real reason I was geeked to go to church, must confess
    When y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study
    That girl helping me with my homework, her and I would fuck
    And so pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty
    So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us (shh-shh, ah, ah)
    Until this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore
    Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him
    Why he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside?
    Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him?
    I'm sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth
    Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
    Two young people with different views a lot for a young lady
    No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions
    There's a dissonance at play, dad and mom do hard division
    Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
    I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
    Keeps me around, for what I don't know but I do know
    That it's crucial, that we do so, pronto
    I don't know how much long though

    Momma, your son in the red hat, had suffered set-backs
    Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
    He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
    Hotel rooms by the shore, close my eyes, I can see more
    Nobody punkin' me, nobody pressure me, nobody gangsta me
    Especially, when the gangstas eat thanks to me
    And my favorite principal name was Mrs. Wooten
    She was strict, the perfect instructor for young Putin
    Vladimir, just so that is clear
    Whom should we fear when we know dad is here?
    (Daddy's right here, daddy's right here)
    I don't play, boy
    Over y'all dead body 'fore my daughter pose in Playboy
    We don't condone over-sexualization of the kids in the home
    Battery in my back, this house of pain won't ever last
    CyHi told me to my face that Sicko Mode was his biggest song
    Well go'n, cause Donda was the best ghostwriter I ever had
    South Park had jokes about fish sticks
    Till this day the whole team can kiss this dick
    I put Virgil and Drake on the same text
    And it wasn't about the matching Arc'teryx or Kid Cudi dress
    Just told these grown men stop it with the funny shit
    I might hire the whole team from ACG
    So don't text me like I'm Juanita JCV
    Or more important, Monica Corgan, who was there for me
    Somebody really there for me, was rare for me
    That was new air to breathe
    When I was underappreciated, undervaluated
    Stockholders told me, "Board rooms will bore you"
    And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
    Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
    Told Drake don't play with me on GD
    And he sent that message to everybody
    So if I hit you with a "W-Y-D"
    You better hit me with, "Yes sir, I'm writing everything you need"
    I told you I was gonna take the summer back
    So any of the cap, won't take none of that
    Where my motherfuckin' red hat?
    Security and the nannies be forever handling
    I can't stand it when there's talks of
    Putting the kids back in Sierra Canyon when daddy got his own school
    Trav, smile for these white people if you want (C'mon)
    While we build a team to get Hoover out the joint
    I do what I want, bro, in my life
    Serve and protect long as it's my wife
    Screaming on M-A-Ns for trying to lower the percentage of SKIMS
    See, I was going in back when they thought I was only making Ms
    Now it's 9 billi', you ain't gotta like me but you feel me
    Do y'all feel me? Really?
    Get off Scott Free, I'm talking Ridley
    Get off our knees, that's if you're with me
    Get off your knees, that's if you're with me
    Get off your knees and let's get free
    Get off your knees and let's get free
    Quickly, I mean really
    Really, I mean really
    I need release, I don't need police, I'm like, "nigga, please"
    Y'all can't hear me, mmm-mmm-mmm
    For the real me, for the real me, I mean, mmm-mmm-mmm
    For the real me, mmm-mmm, for the real me, mmm-mmm-mmm

    Over here, or you go over there?
    Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the, whoa, uh-oh, uh-oh
    Ready mama? (Yup)
    I'm so proud of you, yup, you're gonna have so much fun
    They gonna shoot us in the air mama, okay?
    C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama
    Hold your head back, hold your head back (three, two, one)
    Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right here
    It's okay, mama, daddy's here, daddy's here
    Help (daddy's right here), I'm scared
    Okay, okay, I got you, it's okay
    Okay, we goin' slow, we goin' slow down
    It's okay, stop cryin', daddy got you, see, it's over, you did it, P
    You already did it, see? It's already over, yay, you did it
    Big girl, it's already over, it's already over, it's already over
    Daddy right here, daddy right here
    I told you I'm not gon' let you go
    I'm not gon' let you go, mama, okay?
    Daddy got you, daddy gon bring us all the way down, okay?
    How was it? (We good)
    You did a good job (it was scary)
    Good job Writer/s: Andre Lauren Benjamin, Kanye West
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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