Kanye West - Jail (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kanye West - Jail (en) Lyrics
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Take what you want
Take everything
Better that I change my number
so you can't explain
Violence in the night,
violence in the night
Priors, priors, do you
have any priors?
Well, that one time
I'll be honest, I'll be honest
We all liars
Let it go
I'll be honest, we all liars
I'm pulled over and I got priors
Guess we goin' down, guess
who's goin' to jail?
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
God gon' post my bail tonight
Don't you curse at mе on text,
why you try to hit the flex?
I hold up, likе, "What?"
I scroll, I scroll up like, "Next"
Guess who's getting 'exed?
Like, next
You made a choice that's your bad,
single life ain't so bad
But we ain't finna go there
Something's off, I'll tell you why
What a grand plan to sell you out
I could scream and shout, let it out
God in my cells, that's my celly
Made in the image of God,
that's a selfie
Pray five times a day,
so many felonies
Who gon' post my bail? Lord, help me
Hol' up, Donda, I'm with your
baby when I touch back road
Told him, "Stop all of that
red cap, we goin' home"
Not me with all of these
sins, castin' stones
This might be the return
of The Throne (Throne)
Hova and Yeezus, like Moses and Jesus
You are not in control of my thesis
You already know what I think
'bout think pieces
Before you ask, he already told
you who he think he is
Don't try to jail my thoughts
and think precincts
I can't be controlled with
programs and presets
Reset
On my cell, in my cell tonight
Don't have to see you to touch you
This is what braille look
like, it's on sight
If they take me to jail, call my
girl, tell her send my mail
We know what Hell look like
Still, it's a hell of a life, yikes
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