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Текстове на песни: Kanye West. So Appalled.

I'm so appalled
I fall, then ball
Balled in and Donald Trump taking dollars from yall
Baby your fire and your girlfriend is higha
And if you don't mind, I'm gonna? On call
We are but a law, we don't give a fuck by yall
Like the dogs that chew a fuckin' hole through the wall
But since they all lovers
I need more rubbers
And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers
House keeping, I mean gawd damn one time
Let it be a bad bitch sweeping
That know we get Os like Cheerios
That know cuz they seen us in the videos
That know, that the day that you play me
Will be the same day, that MTV play videos
... that was a little joke, Vala!
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby I'm magic, Tada!
Address me as your highness

High as United, 30, 000 feet up and you are not invited
Niggas be writin' bullshit like they gotta work
Niggas going through real shit, man they outta work
That's why I never got a gawd damn dance track, gotta hurt
That's why I rather spit something that gotta perch
Champagne wishes, 30 white bitches
I mean the shit is, fucking ridiculous
Fucking ridiculous, I mean the shit is
Fucking ridiculous... Fucking ridiculous, I mean the shit is fucking ridiculous
My name on the highlines
Written across your skylines
Lookin' out my rolly
Motha fucka, it's my time
By the way, what a way to act with the?
We the black dystany
These the days of our lives
Hating from the sidelines
Giving you the guidelines