Kanye West - Life of the Party (Lyrics)

Lyrics from Drake's radio show on SiriusXM

[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, till 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
If 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, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we 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
Till I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
All that time, y'all thought a 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 was 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, it was 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 dissonance 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]
Momma, your son in the red hat, had suffered set-backs
Had "shouldn't-have-said-thats," had made everyone mad
He made 808's 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
Till 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"
And 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 M's
Now it’s 9 billi', you ain't gotta like me but you feel me
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
Quickly, 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 [harmonizing], for the real me

[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 (3, 2, 1)
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!

Lyrics from Las Vegas Listening Party

[Refrain 1: Kanye West]
Straight from Shibuya, on some zen
I'm back, ramped up, I'm on ten
I know revenge is saved only for Him
But it's hard to make amends when mens just gon' be mens

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
The white picket got me feeling so fenced in
Bipolar don't equal seekin' attention
That's that psy-that's that psychology
Gemini inside of me, it's my dichotomy
Sendin' Christ publicists to get the Christ out of me
Just to mention His name is a glitch in the game
Break all the chains, I ain't had a drink in over 21 days
Certain summers was a bummer, momma made minimum wage
Everybody rocking J's, I couldn't get 'em for days
She was the only one that knew that I would get to that stage
Guess who wouldn't be shocked by anything that I say?
It's getting kinda heavy like when rain broke the levy
We livin' in the years where tears become deadly
And my favorite art teacher name was Mrs. Levy
'Round the time, I learned to put my feelings to a medley
I ain't turn in homework for bout' like 4 months and I bet she let me
She saw the vision
Yeezy you special' go make your own decisions, now
Yeah, that was a good choice, faith driving us like a Rolls Royce
They tried to take my voice away, I ain't tryna take the choice away
I just pray the water break, just for my daughter sake, from a sip-up
Fake signatures from fake managers, it all damage her, good Lord
Give 'em enough of they own rope to hang 'em with
The paparazzi never really got what my angle is
They treat my family like, like some type of er'tainment
My niggas still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't saying it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make of it
God is sending you something, make sure that the baby live
And if Ye ain't here, then tell me who gonna say this shit?
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a goddamn minute
Let me stop playing with it, God playing 'round with it
Popped in a Lamb with it, in a damn pandemic
Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it

[Refrain 2: Kanye West]
Look, straight from Shibuya, on some zen, I'm on ten
It's a marathon and yet we coming for the win
Just like Puff told Christopher we gon' win big
Put the whole family on, look at what my kin did
Just like Puff told Christopher we gon' win big
Uh, we gon' win big, woah