Marked for Deletion
Guilt Trip
[Intro: Kanye West]
I need to call it off
I need to, I need to make it known
'Nother one, something gone
Capricorn
Dancing out on the lawn
Fancy like the things she likes
She lives her life
I'm living mine

[Chorus: Popcaan]
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, sof-sof-softer sof-softer
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, softer than clay

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Maybe it's 'cause she into Leos and I was into trios
Plus all the trips to Rio couldn't have helped
It's gettin' cold, better bring your ski clothes
Peekin' through the keyholе, the door locked by myself
And I'm feelin' it right now
'Causе it's the time when my heart got shot down
Blocka, blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka
Pour a little champagne, cranberry vodka
Feelin' lied to like parents never said you adopted
Your feelings like Zulu, then nothing is a Shaka
I hit her with Jamaican dick, I'm the new Shabba
She lookin' for her daddy, call me Big Poppa
On to the next saga
Focus on the future and let the crew knock her
Star Wars fur, yeah, I'm rockin' Chewbacca
The one Chief Rocka, number-one Chief Rocka
[Chorus: Popcaan & Travis Scott]
I got dollars on my blocka (All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan)
Serve it to my flocka (Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, sof-sof-softer sof-softer)
Yeah, that's my flocka
To my flocka (All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan)
Pray to Lord on my shotta (Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, softer than clay)
She be proper ((All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan))
Yeah, that's my flocka

[Bridge: Popcaan]
None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK

[Verse 2: JAY-Z & Travis Scott]
You in the presence of a king
Scratch that, you in the presence of a God
Put in the belly of the beast
I escaped, a n***a never had a job
Scott Boras, you over baby
Robinson Cano, you coming with me
These n***as like rotary phones
It's a new day, hit up KD
N***as always try to knock a n***a down
Knock me to my knees about a million times
Uncle said I'll never sell a million records
I sold a million records like a million times
These n***as shouldn't let me in
I ball so hard on ESPN
See my name come across on CNN
'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see it again
'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see me again (Yeah, that's my flocka)
[Chorus: Popcaan]
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, sof-sof-softer sof-softer
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, softer than clay

[Outro: Popcaan]
None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK

[Interlude: Kid Cudi]
Ohh, ohh, ohh
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go, hmm
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
Let me go, let me go, hmm

[Chorus: Popcaan & Travis Scott]
I got dollars on my blocka (All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan)
Serve it to my flocka (Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, sof-sof-softer sof-softer)
Yeah, that's my flocka
To my flocka (All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan)
Pray to Lord on my shotta (Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, softer than clay)
She be proper ((All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan))
Yeah, that's my flocka
[Bridge: Popcaan]
None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK

[Chorus: Popcaan]
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, sof-sof-softer sof-softer
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, softer than clay