Kanye West — Lost In the World HW Version

[Intro: Justin Vernon] I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still to slow down the time (This copy is for Hype Williams) I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still to slow down the time I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still to slow down the time I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still, down the time [Chorus: Kanye West & Justin Vernon] I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night I'm building a still, to slow down the time Down for the night, said she’s down for the night (This copy is for Hype Williams) Slow down the time (Ooohh) I'm lost in the world, lost in the world, been down on my life I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm new in the city, but I'm down for the night I'm building a still, to slow down the time Down for the— [Instrumental Break] [Pre-Chorus: Justin Vernon & Kanye West] I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind Run from the lights, run from the night, run for your life I'm new in the city, down for the night I'm new in the city, run from the night, down for the night, down for the night [Chorus: Kanye West & Justin Vernon] I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night I'm building a still, to slow down the time Down for the night, down for the night [Bridge: Justin Vernon, Gil Scott Heron & Kanye West] Ooohh Ooohh Ooohh Ooohh Who will survive in America? (Ooohh) Who will survive in America? (Down for the night, Ooohh) Who will survive in America? (Ooohh) Who will survive in America? [Chorus: Kanye West & Justin Vernon] I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night I'm building a still, to slow down the time Run from the night, run from the night I'm lost in the world, been down for my whole life (This copy is for Hype Williams) I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm new in the city, but I'm down for the night I'm building a still, to slow down the time Run from the night, for of your time [Outro: Gil Scott Heron] Us living as we do upside down And the new word to have is revolution People don't even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel Because God's hole card has been thoroughly piqued And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey The youngsters who were programmed To continue fucking up woke up one night Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys. America stripped For bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes. The signs of Truth Were tattooed across our often-entered vagina (This copy is for Hype Williams) We learned to our amazement untold tale of scandal Two long centuries buried in the musty vault Hosed down daily with a gagging perfume America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter Of the mother country whose legs Were then spread around the world And a rapist known as freedom: free doom Democracy, liberty, and justice were Revolutionary code names that preceded The bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling Bubbling in the mother country's crotch And behold a baby girl was born Nurtured by slave holders and whitey racists It grew and grew and grew screwing Indiscriminately like mother, like daughter Everything unplagued by her madame mother The present mocks us, good Black people With keen memories set fire to the bastards Who ask us in a whisper to melt and integrate Young, very young, teeny Bopping revolt on weekend young dig By proxy what a mental ass kicking They receive through institutionalized everything And vomit up slogans to stay out of Vietnam They seek to hide their relationship with the world's prostitute Alienating themselves from everything Except dirt and money with long hair, grime, and dope To camo-hide the things that cannot be hidden They become runaway children to walk the streets downtown with everyday Black people sitting on the curb Crying because we know that they will go back Home with a clear conscience and a college degree The irony of it all, of course Is when a pale face SDS motherfucker dares Look hurt when I tell him to go find his own revolution He wonders why I tell him that America's revolution Will not be the melting pot but the toilet bowl He is fighting for legalized smoke, or lower voting age Less lip from his generation gap and fucking in the street (This copy is for Hype Williams) Where is my parallel to that? All I want is a good home and a wife and a children And some food to feed them every night Back goes pale face to basics Does Little Orphan Annie have a natural? Do Sluggo's kinks make him a refugee from Mandingo? What does Webster's say about soul? I say you silly trite motherfucker, your great grandfather Tied a ball and chain to my balls And bounced me through a cotton field While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl And now you want me to help you overthrow what? The only Truth that can be delivered to a four year Revolutionary with a hole card i.e. skin is this: Fuck up what you can in the name of Piggy Wallace, Dickless Nixon, and Spiro Agnew Leave brother Cleaver and Brother Malcolm alone please After all is said and done build a new route to China if they'll have you Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? [Clapping] (This copy is for Hype Williams)