Verse ( West)
Hey eh I'm for running my mouth I will not be accountable for comes out uh I don't I might of said it I was kinda and light-headed My kinda fresh, bright red-ed And as usual my tight threaded It seem like dress tight now And I want my credit Don't get it 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 first and in second And this verse only add to the Call to the club, tell 'em add to the list What you think? Way more 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 Whatever comes, I'll write it So me out And shoot me With mics in We'll against the test of time
(Santogold)
You don't my mind Like I said a thousand I try to ahead Know I'm fighting for I leave you to talk Never my kind before And you're all so thick Follow and I I led it Part of me won't me let me just not say shit So much to be bored with Can't be still, I afford it Try to hold it in but it me sick So I spit it out, say the with it I it and I build it tall a way for when it falls
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed with And I got my Whatever comes, I'll write it So me out And shoot me mics in hand We'll stand against the test of
I'm armed pens And I got my comes, I'll write it down So me out And me down With in hand We'll stand against the test of