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themusicnerdguy - thirty hours lyrics

[intro: arthur russell]
baby lion goes
where the islands go

[verse 1: kanye west]
you say you never saw this comin’, well, you’re not alone
million dollar renovations to a happy home
my ex says she gave me the best years of her life
i saw a recent picture of her, i guess she was right
i wake up, assessin’ the damages
checkin’ mediatakeout
pictures of me drunk walkin’ out with a b+tch
but it’s blurry enough to get the fake out
i wake up, all veggies no еggs
i hit the gym, all chest no legs
yеp, then i made myself a smoothie
yeah, then me and wifey make a movie
chicago, st. louis, st. louis to chicago
ándale, ándale e.i, e.i, uh+oh
you had me drivin’ far enough to switch the time zone
you was the best of all time at the time, though
yeah, you wasn’t mine, though

[chorus: kanye west with andré 3000]
but i still drove thirty hours
and i, i still drove thirty hours to you, yeah
[verse 2: andré 3000]
i told the girl i’m ’bout to sell the porsche, i’m tired of it
she go and told these folks i’m goin’ broke, a smile poured
from my lips, ’cause if i’m broke, it’s only hearted
broken records from broken english, that’s all it
hol’ up, and if i were, why?
would you throw a party? (can’t have it)
affection is so convenient when ballin’
correction: these hoes don’t mean it when fallin’
i guess that’s why lois can’t be with clark kent
fly on a n++++ back while he superman
but if i’m in a wheelchair, you still there?
stop searchin’ for words, i feel stupid, man
the sh+t is the pittsburgh, i still care
white b+tton downs and emory scrubs
had to write her birthday down because my memory sucks
but this sh+t comes back up like some acid reflux
or a michael jackson jacket with some plastic zippers
i was zipping through the city and i’on’t give a f+ck
1994 toyota land cruiser because
that b+tch ain’t never broke down on me
why would i do that to her?
simple+ism, symbolism, i’ll pull up at a club
and might not never buy a new car again, if i can help it
’cause if i buy one, they gon’ sell ten, and what i’m left with?
throw a n++++ one on the strength, then we might could talk
’til then, i will ride my f+ckin’ bike, or walk
[chorus: andré 3000 & kanye west, both]
thirty hours
had to put the flyest n++++ on this sh+t, ayy, ayy
the pyramids shall rise
thirty hours to you

[verse 3: kanye west]
i remember rappin’ for jay and cam
young producer just trying to get his flows off
i remember being nervous to do victoria’s secret
’til i pictured everybody with they clothes off
expedition was eddie bauer edition
i’m drivin’ with no winter tires in december
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like a private school for women
then i get there and all the popeye’s is finished, girl
you don’t love me, you just pretendin’
i need a happy beginnin’, middle and endin’
chicago, st. louis, st. louis to chicago
it’s gettin’ hot in here, that’s all that i know
got a hotel room, three stars for you
you call down for an omelet, girl, it’s 5 in the morning
you realize we at the doubletree, not the aria
only thing open is waffle house, girl, don’t start with me
i used the western union for you like it’s no prob’
’cause you was in college complainin’ ’bout it’s no jobs
but you were suckin’ a n++++ d+ck the whole time
well, i guess a bl+wj+b’s better than no job
[chorus: kanye west with andré 3000]
and i drove back thirty hours, uh

[bridge: arthur russell]
where the main ties onto the sail
better on sighting
for astern, oh

[verse 4: kendrick lamar]
from my eyewitness binoculars (uh+huh)
to argentina and africa (uh+huh)
we mastered the (what?) pressure (yeah)
hazardous (uh+huh), harassing us (that’s right)
you laugh at us (you did)
more accurate at bagging dimes, now we bagging rhymes
body bags, price tags on your forehead
nine times out of ten, young n++++s are nine or ten
when the line becomes thin, be a k!ller or fireman
fill up the lavish pen if i needed to right my wrongs
i can’t deny sin, condolences through these palms
i remember when your cousin was coming home
i b+tched while we plotted to k!ll him ’cause we ain’t know him
unfamiliar faces make n++++s nervous
convicted court cases might hit the surface
restricted territories might come through lurkin’
we ain’t want none of that urgent call
well, i’ma act turk and fall on my identity, percocets
and for all the headaches, i’m ’bout to bring confetti
tumble out this barrel soon as it ring, you ready?
that was the word ‘fore we moved on ’em
treat him like joe the plumber
i wonder if someone comin’ can see this tool on him
immature and r++++++d is what you call me
your cousin wasn’t coming home from the pen, but from the army
if i can right my wrongs and pen this verse i read
even though a bullet hit him in the leg, still walk on by

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