Artist: Kanye West Album: The Man with the Iron Fists O.S.T. Song: White Dress Typed by: Cno Evil [sample] Just me and you girl, whoa Just me and you girl, whoa [Kanye West] Trynna sneak upstairs, to your apartment, aren't you a sight for red eyes? I just flew and slipped in on your left side Dressed in satin gown, you asleep with no makeup I'm just trynna be inside you before you wake up (Just me and you girl, whoa) We had problems, but that's all in the past Everybody got problems, baby, I did that past Remember I used to do things that'll make you laugh? Like ordering a girl drink in a matching glass She liked pina coladas getting caught in the rain Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain Or that Dolce Gabana with a few gold chains And you the type of girl, that probably deserve a new last name But, they never let us do our thing Everybody lying, on who I bang We was on fire, but they blew our flame Ain't no denying, baby, you have changed Cuz now your high heels clicking, your lip gloss glisten Your hips starts switching, you pissed off tripping Cuz even when we kissing, baby girl, feel different Friends all diss 'em, like, no he didn't No he didn't, is you talking about Kitten? Is that bitch still stripping trynna get a pair of Christians? I swear to God that they got you going crazy But you play it off and say "How's work baby?" Well, some of the models is coked up to walk straight But seem to still love the man that they all hate But babe I'll call you back you say you say that always And kept me on the phone and demand that they all wait See, she knew about all my lies, the whole time And my credit so bad, I can't get no one to co-sign I would of thought she would of bust through the door crying But she up and left a nigga and she ain't give me no sign, now She back in the club in a tight dress With some dreams of some day wearing a white dress Seen with some lame, it's a miracle, that She would talk to a nigga with a ten year ago swag Plus I don't like none of her girlfriends Quote on quote, cuz her girlfriends got girlfriends On the phone, hollerin' at niggas is whatever Let's fly to Euro, make this the best summer ever Now she headed to Rome, Rome is the home Rome is where she act like she ain't got no fucking phone I accept that I was wrong, accept a nigga grown So I can't bitch and moan in a session getting stoned So a nigga had to hop on a plane, a bus and a train To try to come and talk and explain Rented the whole bottom floor for a candlelight dinner Turn the lights out and put my candle right in her And told her even though I met you in a club in a tight dress At first sight, I could picture you in a white dress Thirty foot train, diamond from Loraine Just to makeup for all the years and the pain Family on both sides, I'm so glad you came Auntie couldn't make, oh no, that's a shame Wedding in June, what could be better? Let's fly to Euro, make this the best summer Took the very last car of the Euro style Tell the conductor, just drive so far Told some of your friends and they wasn't excited But we could tour the country side and they won't be invited We would not be disturbed by the fussing and fighting Tell Peaches light the Herb cuz we just reunited Let's make a move from these herbs, go somewhere private I'm talking just me and you, and a plane and a pilot, uh