Life Of The Party

If there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son

Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh

I heard passing by in a stroller remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"

I don't know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass

I've been layin' on way too long, got me itchy

Got up and roamed a lil' more

Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her I'm lost

You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough

Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point

Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a joint

'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later

All that time, y'all thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy

My mom, she ain't cut no corners

Got me back on track, I don't miss her overstepping

But do miss her showin' Seven civilian life shit

Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama, whisper her this:

The real reason I was geeked to go to church

Must confess, when y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study

That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were fuckin'

So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty

So on, so on, and so on, we hoped that no one heard us

Shitsh, ah, ah

And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore

Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him why he never married

Always smiled, but was he happy inside?

Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him?

I'm sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth

Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby

Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady

No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions

There's a dissidence at play, dad and mom do hard division

Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers

I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled

Keeps me around, for what? I don't know

But I do know that it's crucial, that we do so, pronto

I don't know how much long though

Straight from Shibuya, on some zen

We back, ramped up, we on ten

It's a marathon and look, we comin' for the win

Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big (C'mon)

Put the whole family on, look at what my Kim did

Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big (Uh)

We gon' win big (What?)

Southside gang mentality way heavy

I was thinkin' out the box even in a Box Chevy

And my favorite art teacher name was Mrs. Levy

'Round the time, I learned to put my feelings to a medley (The life of the party)

I ain't turn in homework for like four months and I bet she let me

She saw the vision

"Yeezy you special, go make your own decisions then"

Man, that was a good choice, faith driving us like a Rolls Royce

They tried to take my voice away, I ain't try to take ya choice away

I just prayed the water break, just for my daughter sake, from a slip-up

Fake signatures from fake managers, it all damage her, good Lord

Give 'em enough of they own rope to hang 'em with

The paparazzi never really got what my angle is

They treat my married life like some type of entanglement

My neighbor still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it

I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit

I revealed myself and some don't know what to make of it

God has said himself to make sure that the baby live

And if Ye ain't here, then tell me who gonna say this here?

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a goddamn minute

Let me stop playing with it, hopped in a Lamb' with it

Hopped in a Lamb' with it, in a damn pandemic

Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it

Listen, straight from Shibuya, on some zen

I'm on ten, it's a marathon and look, we comin' for the win

Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big (C'mon)

Put the whole family on, look at what my Kim did

Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big (Uh)

We gon' win big (What?)

Do y'all feel me? Really?

Get off Scott Free, I'm talking Ridley

Get off our knees, that's if you're with me

Get off your knees, that's if you're with me

Get off your knees and let's get free

Get off your knees and let's get free

Really, I mean really

Really, I mean really

I need release, I don't need police

I'm like, "Nigga, puh-lease"

Y'all can't hear me, (Harmonizing), for the real me

For the real me, I mean, mhmm-mm

Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the- woah, uh-oh, uh-oh

Ready mama? (Yup)

I'm so proud of you, yup, you're gonna have so much fun

They gonna shoot us in the air, mama, okay?

C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama

Hold your head back, hold your head back (Three, two, one)

Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right here

It's okay, mama, daddy's here, daddy here

Help, help, daddy's right here, I'm scared

Okay, okay, I got you, it's okay

Okay, we goin' slow, we goin' slow down

It's okay, stop cryin', daddy got you, see, it's over, you did it, P!

You already did it! See? It's already over! Yay! You did it!

Big Girl! It's already over! It's already over, it's already over

Daddy right here, daddy right here

I told you I'm not gon' let you go

I'm not gon' let you go, mama, okay?

Daddy got you, daddy gon' bring us all the way down, okay?

How was it? (We good)

You did a good job (It was scary)

Good job! (Our daughter got more heart than you)