Lyrics From Fashion Show Preview
[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 pitiful, you washed out
I hit the bank, stacked out all the cash, I done cashed out
Guess you could say my spirit animal's a cash cow
If niggas really up and rayin' up, it's man down
[Bridge: Wookie]
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 & Skepta]
Where's his man? Woah, get yo man, woah
When it's war time, I go Rambo
You wan' tap dance, you a sambo
It's too many flows, I got ample
I just give and go, like I planned through
It don't make it true 'cause you said it's true
When you this high, you might need a parachute
(When you this high, you might need a parachute)
(Trust)
[Verse 2: Skepta & Kanye West]
Where's his man? Woah (Huh)
Where's your bank roll? (Hah)
In New York I milly rock, this my cash flow (Slizzy)
What you know about doin' the sexy drill with some designer clothes? (Sex)
How you gonna call yourself a shooter, blud, your eyes were closed
Gang in this bitch, Gang in this bitch
I strike a pose (Yuh)
Cap low, man, no, SK don't even like to boast (Yuh)
I had to cut her up, she's always online, she like to boast
I lost count of how many bustas I had to ghost (Yeah)
She talking 'bout business, kick the snitch off my roster
I don't fuck with pigs, I'm a rasta
The Cosa Nostra, I pull up with the mafia
Really rock and roll, that's why they treat me like a Gallagher
I'm gonna drop this tape with Ye, ain't checking it with my manager
Tryna keep up with me, they really ain't got the stamina (Let's go)
SK, I make money moves, no, I ain't doing it for the camera
365, I'm schemin', yeah, that's every day on the calendar
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Where's your man? Woah, get yo man, woah
When it's war time, I go Rambo
You wan' tap dance, you want sambo
It's too many floors, I got ample
I just give and go, like I planned through
It don't make it true 'cause you said 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
[Bridge: Daft Punk]
Bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, start – format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, start – format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, start – format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, start – format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
[Outro]
I think this one, yeah, people want this, it's gonna make them dance
It's gonna make them move, it's about, as I said, creating an atmosphere
