ฟังเพลงBlood On The Leaves (Album Version|Explicit)

Blood On The Leaves (Album Version|Explicit) - Ye (侃爷)

Lyrics by：Kanye West/Mike Dean/Ross Birchard/Lewis Allen/Elon Rutberg/Malik Jones/Tony Williams/Cydell Young

Composed by：Kanye West/Mike Dean/Ross Birchard/Lewis Allen/Elon Rutberg/Malik Jones/Tony Williams/Cydell Young

Produced by：Kanye West/Hudson Mohawke/Lunice/Carlos Broady/88 Keys/Mike Dean

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Blood on the leaves

I just need to clear my mind now

It's been racin' since the summertime

Now 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'ma need a little more time now

'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now

And I thought you could wait

Yeah I thought you could wait

These ******* surroundin' me

All want something 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 not it

So let's get on with it

We 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

And came out of your body

And came out of your body

Running naked down the lobby

And you was screamin' that you love me

Before the limelight tore ya

Before the limelight stole ya

Remember we were so young

When I would hold you

Before the blood on the leaves

I know there ain't wrong with me

Something strange's happenin'

You could've been somebody

We could've ugh we could've been somebody

Or was it on the first party

When we tried our first molly

And came out of our body

And came out of our body

Before they call lawyers

Before you tried to destroy us

How you gon' lie to the lawyer?

It's like I don't even know ya

I gotta bring it back to the 'nolia

**** them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas

**** them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas

**** them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas

I ride with my niggas I'd die for my

To all my second-string ******* tryin' get a baby

Tryin' 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 Beyoncé you need to stop actin' lazy

She Instagram herself like "Bad ***** 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 pregnant-ated 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 go into that all that money that the court got

All in on that alimony uh

Yeah-yeah she got you homie yeah

Till death but do your part uh

Unholy matrimony

That summer night holdin' long and long

'Din long

No waiting for the summer rose and and breathe

And breathe and breathe

And breathe and breathe

And breathe and breathe

And live and learn

And live and learn

And livin' and livin' like I'm lonely

Lonely lonely

And livin' all I have

And livin'

And live

And live