Blood On The Leaves Lyrics

Kanye West Blood On The Leaves

[Intro: Billie Holiday]
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves

[Verse 1]
I just wanna clear my mind now
It's been racin' since the summertime
And I'm holdin' down the summer now
And all I want is what I can't buy now
Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I told you to wait
Yeah I told you to wait
So I'mma need a little more time now
Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I thought you could wait
Yeah and I thought you could wait
These bitches surroundin' me
All want somethin' out me
Then they talk about me
Would be lost without me
We could've been somebody
Thought you'd be different 'bout it
Now I know you naughty
So let's get on with it

[Hook 1]
You could've been somebody
'Stead you had to tell somebody
Let's take it back to the first party
When you tried your first molly
It came out of your body
It came out of your body
Running naked down the lobby
And you was screamin' that you love me
Before the limelight tore yah
Before the love life stole yah
Remember we were so young
Well now we're older
Before [?]
I know there ain't wrong with me

[Bridge]
Something strange is happening

[Hook 2]
We could've been somethin'
We could've ugh, We could've been somebody
Or was it all our first party
When we tried our first molly
It came out of our body
It came out of our body
[?]
Before they call lawyers
Before they tried to destroy us
How you gon' lie to reporters?
[?]
I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia

Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas
F..ck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas
F..ck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas

To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you call me crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, [?] Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert"
He Instagram his watch like "Mad bitch alert"
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two thousand dollar bag of cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside,
Wifey on the other side,
Gotta keep 'em separated
I call that apartheid.
'Til death do you part
Unholy matrimony