Verse ( West)
Hey eh I'm for running my mouth I not be accountable for what comes out uh I don't I might of said it I was kinda gone and My jacket fresh, bright red-ed And as my pants tight threaded It seem everybody dress tight now And I just my credit get it twisted or dreaded I am the king and not be-headed To the no time soon brethren broke made my head hurt So I need the bread or an That'll only get my engine y'all on ten, I'm on eleven I'mma the news, be on at seven Matter fact, I'm on this very I'm in and y'all in second And this verse only add to the Call to the club, tell 'em add to the list What you Way more bitches? I can be to big for my britches Y'all mutha know who this is I'm gifted, Christmas... Christmas
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed pens And I got my comes, I'll write it down So me out And shoot me mics in hand We'll stand against the of time
(Santogold)
You don't my mind Like I said a thousand I try to stay Know what I'm for I leave you to your seen my kind before And all so thick headed Follow and I I led it of me won't me quit Won't let me not say shit So much there to be bored be still, I can't afford it Try to hold it in but it me sick So I spit it out, say the hell it I dream it and I it tall Make a way for when it
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed with And I got my comes, I'll write it down So me out And shoot me With mics in stand against the test of time
I'm with pens And I got my Whatever comes, I'll it down So me out And shoot me mics in hand We'll stand against the test of