Kanye West — Life of the Party Original Version

[Intro: Kanye West] It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot Where they're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences Let's listen in America Today Life of the party, mhm, 'til I almost cry, mhm It's the life of the party to think I could've almost died Lord, help us [Verse 1: André 3000] Hey, Miss Donda You run into my mama; please tell her I said, "Say something" I'm startin' 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, you see my mama, tell her I'm lost You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we'd talk, I would cough Exaggeratin' a lil' bit, so she get the point Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a joint 'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later All that time, y'all thought nigga was high, thought I was crazy My mom, she ain't cut no corners Got me back on track; I don't miss her overstepping But do miss her showin' 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 were fuckin' So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us Sh-sh, ah, ah And to 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; 'twas 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 dissidence 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 [Verse 2: Kanye West, DMX & Diddy] Mama, 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 'Til 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" Can't 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 about puttin' 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-N's 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 nine-billi' You ain't gotta like me, but you feel me [Bridge: Kanye West] 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 Really, 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, (Harmonizing), for the real me For the real me, I mean, mhmm-mm [Outro: DMX] Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the- woah, 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 here Help, 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!