Kanye West – Can’t Tell Me Nothin scritto da admin 19 Gennaio 2016 I had a dream I can 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, guess until, they get the message. I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny, and what I do? act more stupidly. bought more jewelry, more louis v, my mama couldn’t get through to me. The drama, people suing me, I’m on T.V. talking like it’s just you and me. I’m just saying how I feel man, I ain’t one of the Cosby?s I ain?t go to Hill man I guess the money should’ve changed him, I guess I should’ve forgot where I came From. [Chorus:] La, la, la, la wait till I get my money right la, la, la, la then you cant tell me nothing right Excuse Me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing You can’t tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing This is my life homey, you decide yours. I know that Jesus died for us, But I couldn’t tell you who decide wars. So I parallel double parked that muthafucker 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, They’re so sensative. Don’t ever fix your lips like collagen Say something were you gone end up apologing. Let me know if it’s a problem man, Alright man, holla then. Chorus: La, la, la, la wait till I get my money right la, la, la, la then you can’t tell me nothing right Excuse Me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing You can’t tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash, Let that man get past. You don’t need a stop to get gas, If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off the fumes cuzz How he move in a room full of no’s? How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul, So when he buried in a tomb full of gold. Treasure. What’s you 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. With 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. Chorus: La, la, la, la wait till I get my money right la, la, la, la then you cant tell me nothing right Excuse Me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing You can’t tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing.