Kanye West
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[Chorus: Kanye West]
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get onβ€…theβ€…scene
And everyone sellin'β€…their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin'β€…they woke
But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed
L.A. monster

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Lord, save these people, they asleep
They lettin' Satan run they streets
Lord, save us from
L.A. monster

[Bridge: Samoria Green & Natalie Green]
We don't want no devils in the house
We don't want no devils in the house
We don't want no devils in the house
And that's it

[Chorus: Kanye West]
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene
And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin' they woke
[Verse 2: Chance, the Rapper]
You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I'm never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I'm never going to fail
He said, "Let's do a good ass job with 'Chance 3'"
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let's make it so free and the bars so hard
That there ain't one gosh darn part you can't tweet