Verse ( West)
Hey eh I'm known for running my I not be accountable for what 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 my pants tight threaded It seem everybody dress tight now And I just my credit Don't get it or dreaded I am the and will not be-headed To the mall no time brethren Being broke made my head So I need the or an Excedrin only get my engine revvin' While on ten, I'm on eleven I'mma the news, be on at seven Matter fact, I'm on very second I'm in first and in second And this verse add to the freshness Call to the club, 'em add to the guest list What you think? Way bitches? I can never be to big for my Y'all mutha fuckas know who is I'm gifted, Christmas... Christmas
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed pens And I got my Whatever comes, I'll it down So me out And me down With mics in stand against the test of time
(Santogold)
You don't know my Like I a thousand times I try to stay what I'm fighting for I you to your talk Never seen my kind And all so thick headed and I know I led it Part of me won't me let me just not say shit So much there to be with be still, I can't afford it Try to hold it in but it me sick So I spit it out, say the with it I dream it and I build it Make a way for when it
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed with And I got my Whatever comes, I'll write it So me out And me down With in hand We'll stand against the test of
I'm armed pens And I got my Whatever comes, I'll it down So me out And shoot me With mics in We'll stand the test of time