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Kanye West - Spaceship (feat. GLC & Consequence)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
GLC
GLC
Vocals
John Legend
John Legend
Vocals
Consequence
Consequence
Vocals
Marvin Gaye
Marvin Gaye
Sampled Artist
Tony Williams
Tony Williams
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Dexter Mills
Dexter Mills
Songwriter
Marvin Gaye
Marvin Gaye
Songwriter
George Gordy
George Gordy
Songwriter
Sandra Elaine Greene
Sandra Elaine Greene
Songwriter
Anthony Williams
Anthony Williams
Songwriter
Gwen Gordy Fuqua
Gwen Gordy Fuqua
Songwriter
Leonard Harris III
Leonard Harris III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Tasuya Sato
Tasuya Sato
Recording Engineer
Rebaka Tunei
Rebaka Tunei
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I've been working this graveshift And I ain't made shit (Yeah, yeah) I wish I could (Me too) Buy me a spaceship and fly (I swear I do) Past the sky, oh GLC feel you, baby, I feel you, man I've been working this graveshift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky (Man, man, man...) Oh, oh, oh If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then, I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole, never got caught They take me to the back and pat me Asking me about some khakis But let some black people walk in I bet you they show off their token blackie Oh, now they love Kanye "Let's put him all in the front of the store" So I'm on break Next to the no smoking sign with a blunt in the mall Taking my hits, writing my hits Writing my rhymes, playing my mind This fucking job can't help him So I quit, y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all can't match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You can't fathom my love, dude Lock yourself in a room Doing five beats a day for three summers That's A Different World like Cree Summer's I deserve to do these numbers The kid that made that deserves that made back So many records in my basement I'm just waitin' on my spaceship Blaow! I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Tryna tell you, man, way past the sky Oh, oh (Let's go, ugh) And I didn't even try to work a job Represent the mob at the same time (Woo) Thirsty on the grind, Chi state of mind Lost my mama, lost my mind (Aww) Life, my love, that's not mine "Why you ain't signed?" Wasn't my time Leave me alone, work for y'all Half of it's yours, half of it's mine Only wanna ball, never wanna fall(Ugh) Gotta get mine, gotta take mine (Ugh) Got a Tec-9, reach my prime (Ugh) Gotta make these haters respect mine (Yeah) In the mall 'til 12 when my schedule had said 9 Putting them pants on shelves Waiting patiently, I ask myself Where I wanna go, where I wanna be Life is much more than running in the streets Holler at Ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sounds so sweet Yes, I'm the same old G Same goatee, stayin' lowkey, nope Holler at God man why'd you have to take my folks? Hope to see Freddie G., Yusef G, love my G Rolly G, police watch me Smoke my weed and count my Gs Got a lot of people counting on me(That's right) And I'm just tryin' to find my peace(That's right) Should've finished school like my niece Then I finally wouldn't use my piece Blaow! I've been working this graveshift(Aww, man this pressure) And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this graveshift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh I 'member having to take the dollar cab Coming home real late at night Standing on my feet all damn day Tryna make this thing right And havin' one of my coworkers say "Yo, you look just like This kid I seen in an old Buta Rhymes video the other night" Well, easy come, easy go, how that saying goes No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows That all had got snatched from me, A&Rs and they faculties All turn their back on me and didn't wanna hear a rap from me So naturally, actually, had to face things factually Had to be a catastrophe, empty fridge is staring back at me 'Cause nothing's there, nothing's fair I don't wanna ever go back there So I won't be taking no days off 'til my spaceship takes off Blaow! I've been working this graveshift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this graveshift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh I wanna fly I wanna fly I said I want my chariot to pick me up And take a brother for a ride (Heaven knows, heaven knows)
Writer(s): Jan St Werner, Andi Toma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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