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[Refrain: Nina Simone]
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves.
Breeze!
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze.
[Kanye West:]
I just need to clear my mind now,
It's been racin' since the summertime,
And I'm holdin' down the summer now,
And all I want is what I can't buy now
‘Cause I ain't got the money on me right now,
And I told you to wait,
Yeah, I told you to wait,
So I'ma need a little more time now
‘Cause I ain't got the money on me right now,
And I thought you could wait,
Yeah, I thought you could wait,
These bitches surroundin' me,
All want something out me,
Then they talk about me,
Would be lost without me,
We could've been somebody
Thought you'd be different ‘bout it,
Now I know you not it,
So let's get on with it.
We could've been somebody,
‘Stead you had to tell somebody,
Let's take it back to the first party
When you tried your first Molly
And came out of your body,
And came out of your body,
Runnin' naked down the lobby,
And you was screamin' that you love me
Before the limelight tore ya,
Before the limelight stole ya,
Remember we were so young,
When I would hold you
Before the glory,
I know there ain't wrong with me,
Something strange is happenin'.
You could've been something,
We could've, ugh, we could've been somebody
Or was it all our first party
When we tried our first Molly
And came out of our body,
And came out of our body
Before they call lawyers,
Before you tried to destroy us,
How you gon' lie to the lawyers?
It's like I don't even know ya,
I gotta bring it back to the ‘Nolia.
Fuck them other niggas ‘cause I'm down with my niggas!
Fuck them other niggas ‘cause I'm down with my niggas!
Fuck them other niggas ‘cause I'm down with my niggas!
I ride with my niggas, I'll die for my...
To all my second string bitches tryna get a baby,
Tryin' to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy,
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z,
He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy,
She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert,
He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert,
He only wanna see that ass in reverse,
Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse.
Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side,
Gotta keep ‘em separated, I call that apartheid,
Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died,
Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that,
Main reason ‘cause your pastor said, you can't abort that,
Now your driver say that new Benz, you can't afford that,
All that cocaine on the table, you can't snort that,
That goin' to that owing money that the court got,
On and on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you, homie,
‘Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony.
That summer night holdin’ long and long, ‘din’ long,
Now waitin’ for the summer rose and…
And breathe, and breathe,
And breathe, and breathe,
And breathe, and breathe.
And live, and learn,
And live, and learn.
And livin’, and livin’ like I’m lonely,
Lonely, lonely.
And livin’, all I have…
And livin’, all…
And live.
And live

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