[Intro: Kanye West]
When you this high, you might need a parachute
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Okay I popped out, copped the antique
She want all the perks, flights to France, oui
On a nude beach, tits and ass cheeks, I'm finna crash out
Can't get rid of me that's what they really mad 'bout
The epitome of pity 'fore you asked out
I hit the banks, take all the cash out, and cash out
Guess you could say my spirit animal's a cash cow
If niggas really ever ran up, it's man down
[Pre-Chorus: Lain]
Fugitive in hiding from yourself
Always slip-sliding
Everyday a mask you're wearing
Trying to show you're surviving
On the run from soul to soul
But you can never find your goal
You lose the spirit at the cost
And now your soul it could be lost
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Where's his man, woah, get your man, woah (Woah)
When it's war time, I go Rambo (Woah)
You don't tap dance, you a sambo (Woah)
It's too many flows, I got ample (Woah)
I just give and go, like I planned to (Woah)
It don't make it true, cause you say it's true (Woah)
When you this high, you might need a parachute (Woah)
When you this high, you might need a parachute (Woah)
Where's his man, woah (Huh?)
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Where's your bank-roll? (Huh)
In New York I milly rock, this my cash flow (Sleazy)
What'd you know about doing a sexy drill in some designer clothes? (Sexy)
How you gonna call yourself a shooter, blud, your eyes were closed (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, I strike a pose (Sho)
Cap low, man know SK, don't even like to boast (Nah)
I had to cut her off, she was always online, she liked to post ([?])
I lost count how many busters I had to ghost (Nhrrr)
She talking my business, kicked the snitch off my roster (Woah) (Huh)
I don't fuck with pigs, I'm a rasta (No)
No Cosa Nostra, I'm pulling up with the mafia (Gang, gang) (Woah)
Milly rock and roll, that's why they treat me like a Gallagher (Woah)
And when I drop this tape with Ye, I ain’t checking it with my manager (Woah)
Tryna' keep up with me, they really ain't got the stamina
SK, I make money moves, no, I ain't doin' it for the camera
365 I'm scheming, yeah that's everyday on the calendar (Woah, woah, woah)
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Where's his man, woah, get your man, woah
When it's war time, I go Rambo
You don't tap dance, you a sambo
It's too many flows, I got ample
I just give and go, like I planned to
It don't make it true, cause you say it's true
When you this high, you might need a parachute
When you this high, you might need a parachute
Where's his man, woah
[Post-Chorus]
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Woah)
Turn it, leave it, start – format it (Woah)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Woah)
Turn it, leave it, start – format it (Woah)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Woah)
Turn it, leave it, start – format it (Woah)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Woah)
Turn it, leave it, start – format it (Woah)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Woah)
Turn it, leave it, start – format it (Woah)
[Outro]
People want, yeah, people want music that's gonna make them dance, gonna make them move
It's about, as I said, creating an atmosphere
