In my soul Gonna take you to the glory Goal, In my mind I can't study war No no, I can't study war No no, I can't study war No no, I can't study war Now where the South Side, (I can't study war, no, no) Now where the West Side, (I can't study war, no, no) Can I talk my shit again? Even if I don't hit again? Dog, are you fucking kidding? (Yeah, yeah) My hat, my shoes, my coat (I can't study war, no, no) Louis Vuitton stitch, with Donatella Versace That's Louis Vuitton bitch (I can't study war, no, no) I think Hennessy, I drank, I'm gone (I can't study war, no, no) Off that Bacardi Limon, Corona, I'm zoning (I can't study war, no, no) Class back in session so I upped it a grade (I can't study war, no, no) Two years Dwayne Wayne became Dwyane Wade (I can't study war, no, no) And, hey (I can't study war, no, no) Please don't start me (I can't study war, no, no) I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley (I can't study war, no, no) I'm pop the Barkers, I'm hood the Parkers While y'all was in limbo I raised the bar up (I can't study war, no, no) I touched on everything (I can't study war, no, no) Married to the game, roc-a-chain instead of a wedding ring Y'all bridesmaids catch the garter (I can't study war, no, no) On nights when 'Ye romance Cameras flash so much That I gotta do that Yayo dance I'm on a world tour with Common, my man (no, no) After each and every show a couple dykes in the van (no, no) It's easy The hood love to listen to Jeezy and Weezy And, oh yeah, Yeezy I did it for the glory (I can't study war, no, no) (I can't study war, no, no) The glory (I can't study war, no, no) I did it for the glory (I can't study war, no, no) The glory (I can't study war, no, no) Uh What I'm supposed to do now? Man the game all messed up (I can't study war, no, no) How I'm suppose to stand out when everybody get dressed up? So yeah, at the Grammys I went ultra Travolta (I can't study war, no, no) Yeah that tuxedo might have been a little guido But with my ego (I can't study war, no, no) I can stand there in a speedo And be looked at like a fucking hero (I can't study war, no, no) The glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the night The grind, the empty bottles of No-Doz (no, no) Tank on empty, whipping my mamma's Volvo I spent that gas money on clothes with logos (no, no) The fur is Hermes (I can't study war, no, no) shit that you don't floss The Goyard so hard man, I'm Hugo's boss (I can't study war, no, no) Why I gotta ask what that Tudor cost (I can't study war, no, no) House on the hill Two doors from Tracey Ross (I can't study war, no, no) And I'm asking about her girlfriends Yeah, the dark skin'ed ones She asking about the speed boats yeah I admit we rented 'em When you meet me in person what do you feel like? (yeah, yeah) I know, I know I look better in real life I hear people compare themselves to big a lot You know B.I.G. and Pac, you know to get it hot I guess after I live I wanna be compared to B.I.G (I can't study war, no, no) Any one; Big Pun, Big L or Notorious 'Till then, get money, stunt (I can't study war, no, no) and stay glorious And I'm gonna stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit Yeah I'mma stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit (I can't study war, no, no) These haters be killing themselves, They wanna come and get the glory (I can't study war, no, no) (I can't study war, no, no) Uh, the glory (I can't study war, no, no) Uh huh now where the South Side, yeah Now where the West Side (I can't study war, no, no) Yeah (I can't study war, no, no)

You are the first You go before You are the last Lord, You're the encore Your name's in lights For all to see The starry Host Declare Your glory Glory in the highest Glory in the highest Glory in the highest Apart from You There is no God Light of the world The Bright and Morning Star Your name will shine For all to see You are the One You are my glory Glory in the highest Glory in the highest Glory in the highest And no one else could ever compare To You, Lord All the earth together declares Glory in the highest Glory in the highest Glory in the highest To You, Lord To You, Lord Glory in the highest Glory in the highest Glory in the highest To You, Lord To You, Lord All the earth will sing Your praise (glory in the highest) The moon and stars, the sun and rain (glory in) Every nation will proclaim (the highest) That You are God, and You will reign (glory in the highest) So glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, to You, Lord Glory, glory, hallelujah Hallelujah

La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La da da da di da da-a, la-a Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) Please (shake that body, party that bod-) Please (shake that body, party that body) Please (shake that body, party that body) Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray tan It was more than soft porn for the K-man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler I show you the ropes, connect the dots A country girl that love Hollywood Mama used to cook red beans and rice Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers Music and iPhone cameras This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean He flew you in this motherfucker on first class Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence Just cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is The head still good though, the head still good though Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical Make me get spiritual Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday Bottle service, head service, I came in first place The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity And yeah G, I was all for it She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy Scary Scary No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A Friday night tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty Thinking back to how I got here in the first place Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list Strippers get invited to where they only get hired When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowing the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em really I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades I be paranoid every time The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin' The problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full Bitches say he funny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money, money, money, money Big, big money, money, money, money And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker I just keep on lovin' you, baby And there's no one else I know who can take your place Please, no more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) I'm out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far

Pack your bags, baby polish up Ride out You gotta bolt when you see the gates are down Bronco running wild Yeah baby, I'm on fire I'm just my daddy's child Running something on the wire Flash of fire, feel the afterglow Hit the ground and who's laughing now? Forget about the score, yeah, who cares anymore? Bad news buddy, every dog does get its day Yeah, I know Catch the sun, boy, let 'em say your name Bronco running wild Yeah baby, I'm on fire I'm just my daddy's child Running something down the wire Sick of waiting for the hole to mend Play it out like it's all pretend Passing up a fight, you're gonna lose in the end And oooh, see the cowboy sing, yeah And oooh, it's just another scene And oooh You've gotta live with what you said Circling the drain, wondering if the pain is the same Bronco running wild Yeah baby, I'm on fire I'm just my daddy's child Running something down the wire Come on in hot, babe Hurry up, babe Can't you see the gate from here? And nothing holds me back at all Nothing left to fear Best of luck, my dear Bucking side to side Bronco running wild

I remember it all very well, lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one-room, worn out shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least, we was hard pressed Then Mama spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancin' dress Mama washed and combed and curled my hair And she painted my eyes and lips Stepped into a satin dancin' dress That had a slit in the side clean up to my hips It was red velvet trim, and it fit me good Starin' back from the lookin' glass There stood a woman where a half-gown boy had stood "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down" Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck And she kissed my cheek I could see the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes As she started to speak She looked at our pitiful shack And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath She said, "Your pa's runned off, and I'm real sick And the baby's gonna starve to death" She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said "To thine own self be true" And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across The toe of my high heeled shoe It sounded like somebody else that was talkin' Askin', "Mama, what do I do?" She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy They'll be nice to you" "Here's your chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out, well, it's up to you Now don't let me down now Your mama's gonna move you uptown" That was the last time I saw my ma The night I left that rickety shack The welfare people came and took the baby Mama died, and I ain't been back But the wheels of fate had started to turn And for me there was no way out It wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly What my mama'd been talkin' about I knew what I had to do, but I made myself this solemn vow Said I was gonna be a lady someday Though it didn't matter when or how I couldn't see spending the rest of my life With my head held down in shame You know I might have been born just plain white trash But Fancy was my name "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down" It wasn't long after a benevolent man Took me in off the street And one week later, I was pourin' his tea In a five-room hotel suite I charmed a king, a congressman And the occasional aristocrat I got me a Georgia mansion And an elegant New York townhouse flat And I ain't done bad Now in this life, there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites That call me bad And criticize mama for turning me out No matter how little we had And though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin' For now on fifteen years I can still hear the desperation In my poor mama's voice ringin' in my ears "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out, well, it's up to you Now don't let me down Your mama's gonna move you uptown" (Fancy)

Catch 'em by surprise and Chasin' the horizon Nothing holds me down Askin', "Where the time's gone?" Dreamin' with the lights on Tryna keep your eyes on Something along the rise You and I Bide our time And I Miss summertime Catch him on the run, they Punish those who love young Never right on time Watch each other fallin' Always catch the call and Whistle while we're walkin' Something inside me dies You and I Why? Oh, why? And I miss summertime Keep on rockin', baby Keep on risin' on the tide (Somewhere along the rise) Son of a gun and maybe We'll be riding all night (Something inside me dies) You and I (you and I) You and I By and by And I I miss summertime You and I (you and I) Yeah, you and I Why? Oh, why And I I miss summertime

Red sky at morning, I still think of calling You met me alone in the city A fisherman's son, my dad liked to run Can't picture your face, but I know it was pretty Yeah, you drew me that night I saw love in your eyes But I didn't know how to begin When I walked you to mine, promised we'd take our time Baby, some of us we ain't meant to win Saddle up and ride on down Maybe when the tide comes out Come and find me Waiting on the street where we met Haven't found the time to forget Funny what we lose, yeah, when we bet Hey! Red sky at night, I was holding too tight You left me alone by the Thames Under waterloo's shine, had a dream we were fine Maybe somehow we were, in between Still there's something 'bout men that I don't understand They're always leaving wherever they've been Brush it off with a shrug, I don't know much about love Still I give it a try now and then Saddle up and ride on down Maybe when the tide comes out Come and find me Waiting on the street where we met Haven't found the time to forget Funny what we lose, yeah, when we bet Red skies all gone, I guess it's been long I haven't gone back that much to your city Still nothing compares to the night we were there It's okay – I don't want any pity Yeah, but spare me a thought if you got any heart I know you had one deep inside I don't miss you that much but baby, watching you blush Some of us, we just gotta ride Some of us, we gotta saddle up and ride Saddle up and ride Yeah, saddle up and ride Saddle up and – and ride Oooh Saddle up and ride

Hurry over and cry, Lafayette I knew that I'd lose you the moment we met But the bayou still sings every night in my head Though I can't understand what it wants I love when it rains, but I hate getting wet Never thought it'd be me that you'd haunt Can't remember your words, Lafayette You said, "Word's didn't matter, it's what's in your head" But if you don't ask then you're bound not to get Still I know what you said wasn't wrong I can't turn a corner or walk down the street Without seeing your face come along Last born son, yeah, loaded gun You know I recall somebody saying, "There ain't no cowboys left" But they ain't met mе and they ain't met you, Lafayette They ain't met me, Lafayette, ooh They ain't met you, Lafayette The months march away, Lafayette I hear it takes years for the heart to reset Yeah, but one of these days, I'll be done with regret Didn't think it would take me this long Still sing Delta dawn when I catch a sunset I remember how you loved that song Last born son, yeah, loaded gun You know I recall somebody saying, "There ain't no cowboys left" But they ain't met me and they ain't met you, Lafayette