Life Of The Party (Alternate Version)

[Intro: Kanye West]

It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot

Where they're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences

Let's listen in America Today

Life of the party, mhm, 'til I almost cry, mhm

It's the life of the party to think I could've almost died

Lord, help us

[Chorus: Kanye West]

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

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

Just like Puff told Christopher, we gon' win big

We gon' win big

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Southside gang mentality weigh hеavy

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

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 ya, 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

Nerve of Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it

[Chorus: Kanye West, The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]

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?)

[Verse 2: André 3000]

Hey, Miss Donda

You run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"

I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets

No after-over, this is it, done

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 fucking

So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty

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

Sh-sh, 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, 'twas 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

[Outro: Sample, Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]

The life of the party

'Til I almost cried

C'mon

The life of the party

Uh, what?

The life of the party

'Til I almost cried