Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight Straight up!) I'mma need some more, need

No more same old someone else Back to the one you used to love like crazy Maybe you'll save me from myself I'm gonna run straight straight back to us, baby When the sun comes around again You won't be waking up up in a stranger's bed I don't say what I mean I don't

I am just too selfish I guess I know you're tired and restless It's no surprise we've come undone You say it's better in the long run But I can't unlove you just because Cheap red wine straight straight out of a coffee cup One more down to drink you off my mind

One more night and I can do it I can make you right One more time, one more slide One more cash, baby one more lie we gonna do this straight straight up we ain't gonna fight Just one more, just one more night One more time, one more night One more baby just get

It must have been moonglow, way up up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

Lit for your love baby, lit for your love (Live for your love) (How much I feel, I live for your love) Lit for your love baby (Straight Straight up!) Yeah, you know we good You talkin' about this shit but whatever We can go back and forth all day That's that

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones

Just like my mama said And I'm going straight straight to hell I'm going straight straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight straight to hell I grew up up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

I miss the old Kanye, straight straight from the go Kanye Chop up up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up up the beats Kanye I gotta to say at that

Let's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight straight up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't