
Kanye West
New Slaves
New Slaves
Teksti :: Song Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My momma was raised in an era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see its broke ni**a racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And this rich ni**a racism
That's that "Come here, please buy more"
What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things
Used to only be ni**as now everybody plain
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves
We used to be only ni**as
[Bridge x2]
You see it's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower
[:: VERSE 2 ::]
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwing hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
F**k you and your corporation
Y'all ni**as can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm about to wild the f**k out
I'm going Bobby Boucher
I know that pussy ain't free
You ni**as pussy, ain't me
Y'all throwing contracts at me
You know that ni**as can't read
Throw on some Maybach keys
F**k it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all ni**as can't f**k with me
Y'all ni**as can't f**k with Ye
Y'all ni**as can't f**k with Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can't see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they'll confuse us with some bullshit like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock ni**as up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that private owned prison
Get your piece today
Prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout their maid
F**k you and your Hampton house
I'll f**k your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn sh*t up
I'm 'bout to tear sh*t down
I'm 'bout to air sh*t out
Now what the f**k they gon' say now?
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I can't get too high, get too high then
So long, so long, so long
Cannot find faith, [?] baby
I can't do it
I can't [?] another love and
I won't believe in the [?]
Think you can't get too high, get too high
Too high again
Too high
My momma was raised in an era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see its broke ni**a racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And this rich ni**a racism
That's that "Come here, please buy more"
What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things
Used to only be ni**as now everybody plain
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves
We used to be only ni**as
[Bridge x2]
You see it's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower
[:: VERSE 2 ::]
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwing hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
F**k you and your corporation
Y'all ni**as can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm about to wild the f**k out
I'm going Bobby Boucher
I know that pussy ain't free
You ni**as pussy, ain't me
Y'all throwing contracts at me
You know that ni**as can't read
Throw on some Maybach keys
F**k it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all ni**as can't f**k with me
Y'all ni**as can't f**k with Ye
Y'all ni**as can't f**k with Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can't see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they'll confuse us with some bullshit like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock ni**as up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that private owned prison
Get your piece today
Prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout their maid
F**k you and your Hampton house
I'll f**k your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn sh*t up
I'm 'bout to tear sh*t down
I'm 'bout to air sh*t out
Now what the f**k they gon' say now?
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I can't get too high, get too high then
So long, so long, so long
Cannot find faith, [?] baby
I can't do it
I can't [?] another love and
I won't believe in the [?]
Think you can't get too high, get too high
Too high again
Too high
- Publikimi: 28/05/2013
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