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Close eyes, see things

Fire up, tweaking

You're my freak dreams

You're my freak dreams

Bad bitch, you dig that

Get stacks, drive cars

Whip that, bitch out

Tits out, oh shit

My dick out, can she suck it right now?

Fuck, can she fuck right now?

I done asked twice now

Can you bring your price down?

Lil Boosie with the wipe down

A little woozy but a nice night

What the fuck right now?

What the fuck right now?

What the, what the fuck right now?

What if we fuck right now?

What if we fucked right in the middle

Of this motherfuckin' dinner table

What if we just fucked at the Vogue party

Would we be the life of the whole party?

Shut down the whole party

Would everybody stop buggin'?

Would everybody stop buggin'?

Would everybody stop buggin'? They don't want nothin'

You motherfuckers living like half of your level,

half of your life

I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie

We be in the bathroom fucking like baby don't get too loud

I can, I can sing it, yeah

I miss the old Kanye, shit from the gold Kanye

Talking 'bout the soul Kanye, set all his goals Kanye

I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye

The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye

I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye

I'd like to say at that time I'd like to meet Kanye

See I invented Kanye, there wasn't any Kanyes

And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanye's

I used to love Kanye

I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye

What if Kanye made a song about Kanye

Called "I Miss The Old Kanye"

Man that would be so Kanye, that's all it was Kanye

We still love Kanye and I love you like Kanye loves Kanye