she don't believe in shootin' stars
but she believe in shoes and cars
wood floors in the new apartment
couture from the store's departments
you more like "love to start shit"
i'm more of the trips to florida
ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water
straight from a page of your favorite author
and the weather so breezy
man, why can't life always be this easy?
she in the mirror dancin' so sleazy
i get a call like, "where are you, yeezy?"
and try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte
'til i got flashed by the paparazzi
damn, these niggas got me
i hate these niggas more than the nazis
i know it's been a while, sweetheart
we hardly talk, i was doin' my thang
i know it was foul, baby
aye, babe, lately, you've been all on my brain
and if somebody woulda told me a month ago
frontin', though, yo, i wouldn't wanna know
if somebody woulda told me a year ago
it'll go get this difficult
feelin' like katrina with no fema
like martin with no gina
like a flight with no visa
first class with the seat back, i still see ya
in my past, you on the other side of the glass
of my memory's museum
i'm just sayin', hey, mona lisa
come home, you know you can't roam without caesar