[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
I guess you think you know the story, you don't
The real one is much too gory
The phony one, the only one you know
Was cooked up years, and years ago
(This copy is for Hype Williams)
And makes to sound all soft and sappy
Just to keep the children happy
Twisted fictions, sick addiction
Well, gather 'round, children; zip it; listen

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
Mercy, mercy me, that Murciélago
That's me, the first year that I blow
How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo
(This copy is for Hype Williams)
Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
Me found bravery in my bravado
DJs need to listen to the models
"You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato?"
You ain't got no Yeezy, n***a?
Stupid, but what the fuck do I know?
I'm just a Chi-town n***a with a Nas flow
And my bitch in that new Phoebe Philo
So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow

[Chorus: Jon Anderson]
Can we get much higher?
Oh, oh, oh
(This copy is for Hype Williams)
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ooh, look like a fat booty Celine Dion
Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leon-a Lewis
Beyond the truest, hey, teacher, teacher
Tell me how do you respond to students?
And refresh the page and restart the memory?
Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy?
We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies
Sorry for the night demons that still visit me
The plan was to drink until the pain over
But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?
Fresh air, rollin' down the window
(This copy is for Hype Williams)
Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low
Don't make me pull the toys out, huh
Don't make me pull the toys
And fire up the engines
And then they make noise
[Chorus: Jon Anderson]
Can we get much higher?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Bridge: Justin Vernon & Kanye West]
At the mall, there was a seance
(This copy is for Hype Williams)
Just kids, no parents
Then the sky filled with herons
(Saw the devil) In a Chrysler LeBaron
And the hell, it wouldn't spare us
And the fires did declare us
But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress
And woke up back in Paris

[Chorus: Jon Anderson]
Can we get much higher?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(This copy is for Hype Williams)