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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Lead Vocals
MIKE DEAN
Keyboards
Anthony Kilhoffer
Programming
Teyana Taylor
Vocals
The-Dream
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Mike Caren
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Sylvester Stewart
Songwriter
Tony Joe White
Songwriter
Geezer Butler
Songwriter
Tony Iommi
Songwriter
Ozzy Osbourne
Songwriter
Bill Ward
Songwriter
No ID
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Producer
Mike Caren
Co-Producer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Gaylord Holomalia
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christian Mochizuki
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pete Bischoff
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Gee Roberson
Executive Producer
Kyambo "Hip Hop" Joshua
Executive Producer
No ID
Producer
Shawn Carter
Executive Producer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I think I just fell in love with a porn star
Turn the camera on, she a born star
Turn the corners in a foreign car
Call the coroners, do the CPR
She gave that old n- a ulcer
Her bitter sweet taste made his gold teeth fake, uh
Make her knees shake, make a priest faint, uh
Make a nun -, make her cremate, uh
Move downtown, cop a sweet space, uh
Livin' life like we won the sweepstakes, what!
We headin' to hell for heaven's sake, huh!
Well I'ma levitate, make the devil wait, yeah!
Have you lost your mind?
Tell me when you think we crossed the line
No more drugs for me, - and religion is all I need
Grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life
Never in your wildest dreams, never in your wildest dreams
In your wildest
You could hear the loudest screams, comin' from inside the screen
You a wild -
Tell me what I gotta do to be that guy
Said her price go down, she ever - a black guy
Or do -, or do a -
It's kinda crazy that's all considered the same thing
Well, I guess a lotta - do -
And if we run trains, we all in the same gang
Runaway slaves all on a chain gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Have you lost your mind?
Tell me when you think we crossed the line
No more drugs for me, - and religion is all I need
Grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life
One day I'm gon' marry a porn star
We'll have a big ass crib and a long yard
We'll have a mansion and some fly maids
Nothin' to hide, we both screwed the bride's maid
She wanna role play, 'til I roll over
I'ma need a whole day, at least rolled doja
What party is we goin' to on Oscar day
'Specially if she can't get that dress from Oscar de
La Renta, they wouldn't rent her they couldn't take the shame
Snatched the dress off her back and told her, "Get away"
How could you say they live they life wrong?
When you never - with the lights on
Have you lost your mind?
Tell me when you think we crossed the line
No more drugs for me, - and religion is all I need
Grab my hand and baby we'll live a hell of a life
I think I fell in love with a porn star
And got married in a bathroom
Honeymoon on the dance floor
And got divorced by the end of the night
That's one hell of a life
Writer(s): Ernest Wilson, Unknown Composer
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