• Vagalume
  • A-Z
  • Estilos
  • Top 100
  • Playlists
  • Rádio
  • Hot Spots
  • Notícias
  • Play

    [Intro: Nina Simone]
    Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
    Blood on the leaves

    [Verse 1]
    I just wanna 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'mma need a little more time now
    Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
    And I thought you could wait
    Yeah and I thought you could wait
    These bitches surroundin' me
    All want somethin' 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 naughty
    So let's get on with it

    [Hook 1]
    You 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
    It came out of your body
    It came out of your body
    Running naked down the lobby
    And you was screamin' that you love me
    Before the limelight tore yah
    Before the love life stole yah
    Remember we were so young
    When I would hold you
    Before the glory
    I know there ain't wrong with me

    Something strange is happening

    [Hook 2]
    You could've been somethin'
    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

    [Verse 2]
    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 yah
    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

    [Verse 3]
    To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby
    Trying 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 Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy
    She Instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert"
    He Instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"
    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 going to that owing money that the court got
    On and on that alimony
    Yeah, yeah she got you homey
    'Til death but do your part
    Unholy matrimony

    Letra enviada por Rangel Shady
    Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção »

    user 300 caracteres restantes. Enviar

    Todas as letras de Kanye West

    Mais notícias »
    Hot Spot
    Top Músicas do Vagalume
    Top 100 »

    As informações deste site são postadas integralmente pelos usuários. É importante dizer que é possível que os dados estejam desatualizados ou incorretos, sendo assim, o Vagalume exime-se de qualquer responsabilidade sobre as informações publicadas.Caso haja interesse em remover ou alterar alguma informação, entre em contato conosco.

    É permitida somente a visualização no site das letras de músicas encontradas aqui, vedada sua reprodução através de quaisquer outros meios (Lei 9610/98).Todas as letras de músicas são propriedade dos seus respectivos autores e divulgadas somente para fins educacionais.All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics are provided for educational purposes only.