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CAN'T TELL ME NOTHING 歌詞
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Kanye West
- 2007.9.7 リリース
- 作詞
- WEST KANYE , DAVIS ALDRIN , MITCHELL CONNIE THEMBI
- 作曲
- WEST KANYE , DAVIS ALDRIN , MITCHELL CONNIE THEMBI
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La laaa la wait till I get my money right
Verse 1：
I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace.
I told God I'd be back in a second,
Man It's so hard not to act reckless.
To whom much is given, much is tested
Get arrested, g???? till he get the message.
I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny,
And What I do? Act more stupidly.
Bought More Jewelry, More Louis V,
My momma couldn't get through to me.
The drama, people suing me,
I'm on TV talking like it's just you and me.
I'm just saying how I feel man,
I ain't one of the Cosbys I ain't go to hillman
I guess the money should've changed him,
I guess I should've forgot where I came from.
Hook：
La laa lala wait till I get my money right
La laa lala then u can't tell me nothing right
Chorus：
Excuse me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing. (x3)
Verse 2：
Let up the suicide doors.
This is my life homey, you decide yours.
I know Jesus died for us,
But I couldn't tell you who decide wars.
So I parallel double parked that mother fucker sideways
Old folks talking bout back in my day
But homey this is my day.
Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I late?
You know I already graduated
And you can live through anything if Magic made it.
They say I talk with so much emphasis,
OOOO They so Sen-Sa-Tive.
Don't ever fix your lips like collagen
Say something you gon end up apologizing.
Let me know if it's a problem man,
Alright man, holla then.
Hook
Chorus
Verse 3：
Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash,
Let that man get pass.
You don't needa stop to get gas,
If he can move through the rumors,
he can drive off of fumes
How you move in a room full of nose?
How you stay faithful in a room full of hoes?
Must be the pharoahs, he in tune with his soul,
So when he buried in a tomb full of gold.
Treasure. What's your pleasure?
Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her.
So if the devil wear Prada,
Adam Eve wear Nada,
I'm in between, but way more fresher.
But way less effort, cause when you try hard,
That's when you die hard.
Ya homies looking like "Why God?"
When they reminisce over you, my god.
Verse 1：
I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace.
I told God I'd be back in a second,
Man It's so hard not to act reckless.
To whom much is given, much is tested
Get arrested, g???? till he get the message.
I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny,
And What I do? Act more stupidly.
Bought More Jewelry, More Louis V,
My momma couldn't get through to me.
The drama, people suing me,
I'm on TV talking like it's just you and me.
I'm just saying how I feel man,
I ain't one of the Cosbys I ain't go to hillman
I guess the money should've changed him,
I guess I should've forgot where I came from.
Hook：
La laa lala wait till I get my money right
La laa lala then u can't tell me nothing right
Chorus：
Excuse me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing. (x3)
Verse 2：
Let up the suicide doors.
This is my life homey, you decide yours.
I know Jesus died for us,
But I couldn't tell you who decide wars.
So I parallel double parked that mother fucker sideways
Old folks talking bout back in my day
But homey this is my day.
Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I late?
You know I already graduated
And you can live through anything if Magic made it.
They say I talk with so much emphasis,
OOOO They so Sen-Sa-Tive.
Don't ever fix your lips like collagen
Say something you gon end up apologizing.
Let me know if it's a problem man,
Alright man, holla then.
Hook
Chorus
Verse 3：
Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash,
Let that man get pass.
You don't needa stop to get gas,
If he can move through the rumors,
he can drive off of fumes
How you move in a room full of nose?
How you stay faithful in a room full of hoes?
Must be the pharoahs, he in tune with his soul,
So when he buried in a tomb full of gold.
Treasure. What's your pleasure?
Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her.
So if the devil wear Prada,
Adam Eve wear Nada,
I'm in between, but way more fresher.
But way less effort, cause when you try hard,
That's when you die hard.
Ya homies looking like "Why God?"
When they reminisce over you, my god.
