Kanye's in My Head

Boy Epic

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    I'd rather be alone in my bed
    Alone in my head
    Alone by myself because I know I'm a mess

    Everyone is strange!
    I'm hiding my name 'cause I'm to afraid of the things I might say!

    Me, oh, my!
    I must've been high
    Got blood on my suit 'cause I hit that guy, late last night in NYC
    Out tryna find the American Dream!

    Oh, yeah!

    Kanye's in my head
    Rock n Roll is Dead
    Just like Mama said I'm not good at making friends
    There I go again, should've kept my ass in bed
    Just like Mama said I'm not good at making friends

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    Why was there a dress on my floor?
    A hole in my door?
    Somebody stole my favorite pair of Tom Ford's
    My soul is stained, I'm wicked and shamed
    I'm a plane going down in a hurricane

    Me, oh, my!
    I must've been high
    Got blood on my suit 'cause I hit that guy, late last night in NYC
    Out tryna find the American Dream!

    Oh, yeah!

    Kanye's in my head
    Rock n Roll is Dead!
    Just like Mama said, I'm not good at making friends!
    There I go again, should've kept my ass in bed
    Just like Mama said, I'm not good at making friends!

    I live my life inside a video
    I'll never be the real DiCaprio
    I've got a side that no one
    Knows, knows, knows!

    I live my life inside a video
    I'm in the back, but there's no funeral
    I've got a side that no one
    Knows, knows, knows!

    Kanye's in my head
    Rock n Roll is Dead
    Just like Mama said, I'm not good at making friends!
    There I go again, should've kept my ass in bed
    Just like Mama said, I'm not at making friends!

    Kanye's in my head
    Rock n Roll is Dead
    Just like Mama said, I'm not good at making friends!

    Song details

    Composition: Jason Evigan, Boy Epic, and Christopher Lynn Shelton

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