Paroles de Feel The Love
[Verse 1: Kanye West]Yesterday I was half the man you see
Baby that's because you the other half of me
You my number 1 hit on the line of the charts
I'm a +FedEx+ my love and have you +sign+ for my heart
For my number 1 I keep ya dumb fly
Fresh to death you like after death
I resurrected my gold Jesus of Nazareth
Now we +Fresh+ as a +Prince+ while they +Jazzy Jeff+
And you don't be sayin shit when they askin questions
A-a-and you be givin me my space a-a-and
You don't be runnin on +myspace+ a-a-and
You know some other shit I hate w-w-what
W-w-when they violate b-but
Tonight man I ain't in the mood for it
Don't matter who or you or look how ya co-or
Dinated man that's my favorite
I love the way that it
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend
My freak girl tell me now she a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan (ok)
I'm pullin girls off the bench like a six man
I'm in the club doin the same ol' two step
While Omega's doin the same ol' Q step I weren't really spittin' game I was scrimmagin
My pimpin ship so hard it needs censorship
I'm in Chigago'N, till Chicago ends
Till we blow like Chicago wind
I don't know what's better, gettin laid or gettin paid
I just know when I'm gettin one the others gettin' away (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
This way
I resurrected my gold Jesus of Nazareth
Now we +Fresh+ as a +Prince+ while they +Jazzy Jeff+
And you don't be sayin shit when they askin questions
A-a-and you be givin me my space a-a-and
You don't be runnin on +myspace+ a-a-and
You know some other shit I hate w-w-what
W-w-when they violate b-but
Tonight man I ain't in the mood for it
Don't matter who or you or look how ya co-or
Dinated man that's my favorite
I love the way that it
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend
My freak girl tell me now she a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan (ok)
I'm pullin girls off the bench like a six man
I'm in the club doin the same ol' two step
While Omega's doin the same ol' Q step I weren't really spittin' game I was scrimmagin
My pimpin ship so hard it needs censorship
I'm in Chigago'N, till Chicago ends
Till we blow like Chicago wind
I don't know what's better, gettin laid or gettin paid
I just know when I'm gettin one the others gettin' away (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
This way
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