Kanye West

Album: Southsiders (2014)
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  • Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah
    Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah
    Put your hands up like you give a damn and a fuck, put 'em up, put 'em up
    Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah

    She said she want somebody she could take care of
    And right then is when we paired up
    Pull a chair up and make space for yourself
    You should taste what I felt
    It's probable that those on the bottom gonna hold you accountable
    It's lonely at the top and it's also hostile
    Everybody got their own course full of obstacles
    Don't let your heart grow cold like a popsicle
    She said she want someone to treat her as an equal
    And right then we started speeding towards Reno
    Burning rubber in a burgundy Regal
    Fly like the dove then dive like an eagle
    I'm a 70 deuce, that year was a classic
    Buzz got loose and we're here trying to catch it
    She said that she was unimpressed
    That's when I stood up and did the Kanye West

    Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah
    Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah
    Put your hands up like you give a damn and a fuck, put 'em up, put 'em up
    Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah

    She said she needed a place to feel free
    And right then we started building a team
    Trying to make a better perfect, a little purpose
    The only thing for certain is the sleep disturbance
    But every since people started measuring time
    We've been looking for an easy way to settle our mind
    Take a load off or take your clothes of
    Or shut your eyes and roll straight for the roadblock
    She said she needed something that she could blame
    And right then is when I offered my name
    It's the only thing I've got that'll always remain
    So I'mma share it with you so you can complain too
    She said she want to find a cure for death
    I knew she meant that in the purest sense
    But when I finally die put on your Sunday best
    Then throw your hands in the sky like Kanye West

    Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah
    Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah
    Put your hands up like you give a damn and a fuck, put 'em up, put 'em up
    Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah

    You need to prove nothing to me
    The time got a price, but the trouble is free
    If we gonna struggle I'mma do it comfortably
    And live life like I love to breathe

    You need to prove nothing to me
    The time got a price, but the trouble is free
    If we gonna struggle I'mma do it comfortably
    And live life like I love to breathe

    Oh yeah, oh yeah Writer/s: ANTHONY JEROME DAVIS, ROBERT MANDELL, SEAN DALEY
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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