Roommates

The conman, aw, damn, we back in town, word

I'm sick and tired of you
Sittin' around here all day
I'm sick and tired of you
Smokin' weed in the hallway
But why you worried about me?
Why you worried about what I'm doin' here?
Why you got to embarrass me
In front of company?

Damn, you back from your trip
I thought the plane would
Have helped you over
Stop sellin' crack out the crib, yeah
When hell freeze over
Until the over, hard to fly wings over
Dog, you talkin' way too fast
Tell me it slower
You seen my boys is over, wasn't right
Cause my feet is on the sofa
And I never fill up the
A man, dog, I ain't got my half
But if you buy me this, ma
I promise I'll pay you back
But the way you act
I be really want to see you dead
Plus it's four hundred missin'
From under my bed
They put me in arrest and have
You beat them 'bout the iron
When them niggas rushed the crib
I was the one that poured the ice in them

We have
We have in this corner the dead heat roommate
Fresh from his momma crib
He embossed the market thanks
To my sponsorship i ain't finna argue 'bout
What we finna watch, dog
We finna watch Fox and the weed finna fox
I can't even bring hoes to my spot
You be tryin' to thug 'em out
Roommate version of Pac
When it's not grievin' when I
Ask where you'd be
You told me like, he beat the shit out of me
Then you borrowed my clothes, don't do that
It's makin' me nervous
I found my bird in my book
Can't find my Julius Erving
You from a family of alchies and I'm
But I'm feelin' like Perfect Strangers

You got all these Halle Berry
Posters in the crib
How you think she feel about you
Havin' roaches in the crib?
I got my name on the orange juice
Posted in the crib
She drinkin' out the pitcher like
Most of it was his
Nigga, what the fuck you did with
My pornos and comic books?
How come I never got the message
That my people said you took?
Look, who the fuck you down with?
Cause them chromes is off the hook
It's like the club of Rhode Island
Every time you try to cook
You try to cook, nigga, look
I don't ever try to cook
I just been tryin' to get back that
Money that I loaned your ass
Off the books, off the books, yep
A month ago you must have forgot
You must be thinkin' that I'm rich
Because I'm rollin' with the rocks

Ayo, it ain't that I forgot
It's that the is callin'
And you never paid me back
From the time that you broke the toilet
You can us out for callin'
To my new vacant house
Cause I need my own space
So I'm sorry you bought 'em out

Kanye West

Roommates

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