Sunday, September 23, 2012

Kanye West - Runaway (Full-length Film)

When I first heard this album I was like WTF has Kanye done! This album sucks way worse than any other of his albums. After a few listens I started to realize the genius behind each track. This is def a great track on the album "my dark twisted fantasy you can get it here ---> MY BEAUTIFUL DARK TWISTED FANTASY BY WEST,KANYE (CD) (Google Affiliate Ad)   Any how this video is awesome. Makes me want to smash a car in the woods of VT or New Hampshire or something. Great colors etc. Enjoy.#music #blog #song #talent #musician #concert #band #rock #tv #video #youtube #hellaawesome

Here are the Lyrics:



You might think you've peeked the sceneYou haven't, the real one's far too meanThe watered down one, the one you knowWas made up centuries ago

It may just sound all whack and cornyYes, it's awful, blasted boringTwisted fiction, sick addictionWell, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen

Can we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohCan we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Can we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohCan we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I fantasized 'bout this back in ChicagoMercy, mercy me, that MurcielagoThat's me, the first year that I blowHow you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo

Me drown sorrow in that DiabloMe found bravery in my bravadoDJs need to listen to the modelsYou ain't got no fucking Yeezy in Serrato?(You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?)

Stupid, but what the hell do I know?I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a nice flowAnd my chick in that new Phoebe PhiloSo much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow

Can we get much higher?Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Look like a fat booty Celine DionSex is on fire, I'm the king of Leona LewisBeyond the truestHey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respond to students

And refresh the page and restart the memory?Respark the soul and rebuild the energy?We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemiesSorry for the night demons that still visit me

The plan was to drink until the pain overBut what's worse, the pain or the hangover?Fresh air rolling down the windowToo many Urkels on your team, that's why you're Winslow

Don't make me pull the toys out, huhDon't make me pull the toysAnd fire up the enginesAnd then they make noise

Can we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

At the mall, there was a seanceJust kids, no parentsThen the sky filled with heronsI saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron

And the hell, it wouldn't spare usAnd the fires did declare usBut after that, took pills, kissed an heiressAnd woke up back in Paris

Can we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Can we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohCan we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Can we get much higher? So highOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohCan we get much higher? So high




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