Artist: Kanye West f/ Nicki Minaj (uncredited) Album: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy Song: Dark Fantasy Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Nicki Minaj - Intro] You might think you've peeped the scene, you haven't The real one's far too mean The watered-down one, the one you know was made up centuries ago They made it sound all wack and corny Yes, it's awful, blasted boring Twisted fiction, sick addiciton Well gather 'round children - ZIP IT LISTEN! {"Could we get much higher?" <- Mike Oldfield} So high (Oh, oh, oh) Soooooooooo.... (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) hiiiiiiiiiiigh... Ohhhhhhhh-ohh-ohhhhhh {"Could we get much higher?" <- Mike Oldfield} So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh-ohhh-ohhhhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Could we get much higher? So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh - ohhhhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Could we get much higher? So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh, ohh-ohhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Whooooa-ooooh-oh [Kanye West] Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago Mercy, Mercy Me, that Murcielago That's me, the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs' need to listen to the models You ain't got no FUCKIN Yeezy in yo' Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga~?!!) Stupid, but what the fuck do I know? I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow {"Could we get much higher?" <- Mike Oldfield} Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Oh, oh Look like a fat booty Celine Dion +Sex is on Fire+, I'm the +King of Leon+/Leona Lewis/Louis Beyond the truest +Hey Teacher+ teacher, tell me how do you respawn the students and refresh the page and restart the memory Respark the soul and rebuild the energy We stopped the ignorance, we've killed the enemy Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But what's worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, rollin down the window Too many Urkels' on your team, that's why your wins' low/you're Winslow Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don't make me pull out the tooooo-ooo-ooo-oooys And fire up the engines, huh And then they make nooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooooise {"Could we get much higher?" <- Mike Oldfield} So high (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) At the mall, there was a seance Just kids, no pa-rents Then the sky filled heron I saw the devil, in a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldn't spare us And the fires did declare us But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress (And moved her back to Pa-ris) {"Could we get much higher?" <- Mike Oldfield} So high (Oh, oh, oh) Soooooooooo.... (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) hiiiiiiiiiiigh... Oh {"Could we get much higher?" <- Mike Oldfield} So high (Oh, oh, oh) Soooooooooo.... (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) hiiiiiiiiiiigh... Ohhhhhhhh-ohh-ohhhhhh {"Could we get much higher?" <- Mike Oldfield} So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh-ohhh-ohhhhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Could we get much higher? So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh - ohhhhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Could we get much higher? So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh, ohh-ohhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Whooooa-ooooh-oh