With all the recent attention “Ye” has gotten for his extravagant attempts to win Kim back, it is important to remember who Kanye really loves.
We miss the "Old Kanye" too.
I miss the old Kanye, straight from the ‘Go Kanye. Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye. I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye. The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye. I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye. I gotta to say at that time I’d like to meet Kanye! See I invented Kanye, it wasn’t any Kanyes. And now I look and look around and there’s so many Kanyes! I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye. I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye! What if, Kanye made a song about Kanye, called “I Miss The Old Kanye, ” man that would be so Kanye! That’s all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye. And I love you like Kanye, loves Kanye.
But, the truth is, there are probably "No More Parties in LA" for him
Hey – baby you forgot your Ray Bans, and my sheets still orange from your spray tan. It was more than soft corn for the K-man. She remember my Sprinter, said “I was in the grape van”. Uhm… well cutie, I like your bougie ~peach~. Come Erykah Badu me, well, let’s make a movie. Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler. I show you the ropes, connect the dots. A country girl that love Hollywood. Mama used to cook red beans and rice, now it’s Denny’s. 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite. Liquor pouring and they be swarming your section with ~direction~. Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians. R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers. Music and iPhone cameras, This ~sheet~ unanimous for you – it’s damaging for you (I think). That ~cat~ should only be holding exclusive rights to me. I mean, he flew you in this ~mother trucker~ on first class. Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag! Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? That ~sheet~ don’t add up, you’re making him mad as ~duck~.She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper; I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards. You’re dealing with malpractice, don’t kill a good ~cool guy’s~ confidence. Just cause he a nerd and you don’t know what a ~balloon~ is. The ~fun~ still good though, the ~fun~ still good though! Make me say “Nam Myoho Renge Kyo”, Make a ~cool guy~ say big words and act lyrical – make me get spiritual. Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap’n Crunch cereal. Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me. Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday; bottle service, ~fun~ service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of ~bosom~ and ~peach~ cheek. The pop community, I mean these ~girlies~ come with union fee.
And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets. Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity. And yeah G, I was all for it. She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet. I'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some ~cats~.
Scary... Scary!
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A!
Friday night tryna make it into the city. Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty. Thinking back to how I got here in the first place; second class ~girlies~ wouldn’t let me on first base. A backpack ~cool guy~ with luxury taste buds. And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got ~cats~ from beats I did for ~cool guys~ more famous. When did I become A list? I wasn’t even on a list! ~Women~ get invited to where they only get hired. When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon’ get fired. I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired. Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary. I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries. For all my ~cool guys~ with babies by ~cats~. That use they kids as meal tickets, not knowing the disconnect from the father. The next generation will be the real victims. I can’t fault ’em really. I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain’t going back to Philly. Back to our regularly scheduled programmin’. Of weak content and slow jammin’. But don’t worry, this one’s so jammin’. You know it, L.A., it’s so jammin’. I be thinkin’ every day: Mulholland Drive, need to put up some ~gosh darn~ barricades. I be paranoid every time! The pressure, the problem ain’t I be drivin’; The problem is I be textin’. My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired. First song they played for me was ’bout their friend that just died Textin’ and drivin’ down Mulholland Drive, That’s why I’d rather take the 405. I be worried ’bout my daughter, I be worried ’bout Kim. But Saint is baby Ye, I ain’t worried ’bout him. I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents – what I’m supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents. I’m too black, I’m too vocal, I’m too flagrant. Something smellin’ like ~sheet~, that’s the new fragrance. It’s just me, I do it my way, ~M’am~. Some days I’m in my Yeezys, some days I’m in my Vans. If I knew y’all made plans I wouldn’t have popped the Xans. I know some fans who thought I wouldn’t rap like this again. But the writer’s block is over, emcees cancel your plans. A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich ~cool guy~ problems. Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don’t never drive it. It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out, and my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out. ~Gosh darn~, got a bald fade, I might slam. Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me. Whole family gettin’ money, thank God for E! I love rockin’ jewelry, a whole neck full.
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh. No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh. No more (Los Angeles)
Nowhere seems to be too far.