Blazin

Album: Pink Friday (2010)
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  • Hey, hey, yeah
    Oh, oh (hey, hey, hey, hey)
    Oh (ooh)

    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin', feels like I'm-

    How could it be, little me
    Had the power to be the best B in the league
    Yeah, inevitably, but could it be little me?
    You was heckling me, now it's monotony winning regularly, yo
    I catch rec on recreation, so I exceed all your expectations
    Bitches ain't got it in 'em, I kill 'em and then I skin 'em
    The contract was signed, but I am the addendum
    So-so where my dawgs at, Randy
    Ma-ma-matter fact, get off my dick, bitch, Andy
    'Ca-'ca-'ca-'ca-'ca-'cause everything is fine and dandy
    Go against me now, I dare you, Bambi
    Half a million dollars just to upgrade the car show
    I ain't even detonate the bombs in the arsenal
    Before the storm comes the calm
    Hope you can take the heat like LeBron
    Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
    I'm the best now
    Anybody with some money should invest now
    Soccer moms need to organize a pep rall'
    Your game over, bitch, Gatorade, wet towel
    Mothafuckers ain't ready, they never been
    As long as I am in the game, you'll never win
    I'm on that different type of high, heroin
    Put on my cape and hit the sky, heroine

    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (feels like I'm blazin')
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' (uh)
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (yeah, uh)

    This is the moment, grab your Kodak while I'm flyin'
    With a flow that is the greatest throwback since that Nolan Ryan
    And the days been crazy and the nights even wilder
    And the lights even brighter, baby, stand next to my fire
    Only higher is Messiah or notes from Mariah
    'Rari six hundred horses, that's my chariot of fire
    Where we flyin', they can't find us, all them broke days behind us
    I just took your whole life and redesigned it, uh
    I think I'm Marc Jacobs, I think I'm Lagerfeld
    I think without makeup, you still bad as hell
    I'ma grab your waist, then I'ma grab your face and
    Then I'ma taste it, then I'ma blaze it
    Hello all my bad girls, this just in
    Yeezy hurt the beat like he fucked her best friend
    And she let him back in, and he just did it again
    He crazy, he blazin', he off the deep end
    I'm blazin', I'm flagrant, I'm crazy, I'm sayin'
    Too much for the world so they abbreviate him
    His past is her fave, his stats is amaze
    Her dress is just perf, uh, Prada colored beige
    It's obvi we the ish and I'm rollin' with my Brits
    So real, you so trill, baby, everything legit
    How you feel? They say we crazed 'cause our styles so diff'
    They'll be jeal' when we in the mag lookin' magnif'
    As if I ain't used Magnums on your favorite bad bitch
    Fuck these background niggas, I was tryna ad-lib
    Add this, we blazin', Nicki, what you think?
    I got two White Russians, but we also need some drinks

    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (feels like I'm blazin')
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'

    It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin'
    It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin'
    It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin'
    It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin'
    It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin'
    It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin'
    It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin'
    It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin'

    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (feels like I'm blazin')
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'
    I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin'
    I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' Writer/s: Kanye West, Keith Forsey, Onika Miraj, Steve Schiff, Writers Unknown
    Publisher: Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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