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one day...
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his Goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta say, at the time i'd like to meet Kanye
See i invented Kayne, It wasn't any Kaynes
I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink polo, I thought i was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song about Kanye
Called "I miss the old Kanye"? Man that'd be so Kanye
Thats all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye
And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye
- Kanye -
you smile, I smile...
you hurt, I hurt...
you cry, I cry...
You jump off bridge
I gonna miss your E-mails
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