歌手:Kanye West
专辑:《Yeezus》

作词 : Dean, Michael G.
作曲 : Dean, Michael G.
Producer：Kanye West
Writers：Anna Adamis/Gabor Presser/CyHi The Prynce/Ben Bronfman/King Louie/Sakiya Sandifer/lon Rutberg/Rhymefest/Malik Yusef/Kanye West/Frank Ocean
Samples：HBA War—Dutch E Germ
Gyöngyhajú lány(1969)—Omega

Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
My mama was raised in the era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doin' clothes, you woulda thought I had help
But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see it's broke n!gga racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And it's rich n!gga racism
That's that "Come in, please buy more"
"What you want, a Bentley?
Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things"
Used to only be n!ggas, now everybody playin'
Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang
New slaves

You see it's leaders and it's followers
But I'd rather be a d!ck than a swallower
You see it's leaders and it's followers
But I'd rather be a d!ck than a swallower

I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwin' hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
Fxck you and your corporation
Y'all n!ggas can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm 'bout to wild the fxck out
I'm goin' Bobby Boucher
I know that pus3y ain't free
You n!ggas pus3y, ain't me
Y'all throwin' contracts at me
You know that n!ggas can't read
Throw on some Maybach keys
Fxck it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all n!ggas can't fxck with me
Y'all n!ggas can't fxck with 'Ye
Y'all n!ggas can't fxck with 'Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can't see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See, they'll confuse us with some bullsh!t
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock n!ggas up
They tryna make new slaves
See, that's that privately owned prison
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout what they made
Fxck you and your Hampton house
I'll fxck your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn sh!t up
I'm 'bout to tear sh!t down
I'm 'bout to air sh!t out
Now what the fxck they gon' say now?

I won't end this high, not this time again
So long, so long, so long
You cannot survive
And I'm not dyin', and I can't lose
I can't lose, no, I can't lose
'Cause I can't leave it to you
So let's get too high, get too high again

Too high again, too high
Ooh hoo-hoo-hoo, woo
Yeah, h-h-h-high, h-high-high, high-high high-igh-high-high
H-high-igh, yeah, high, high-igh
Egyszer a Nap úgy elfáradt (mhm-igh)
Elaludt mély zöld tó ölén
Az embereknek fájt a sötét
Ő megsajnált, eljött közénk