Ghost Town

Kanye West

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    Someday
    Someday
    Someday I
    I wanna wear a starry crown

    Someday, someday, someday
    I wanna lay down like God did on Sunday
    Hold up, hold up
    Someday, some days, I remembered this on a Sunday
    Back way, yeah, way, way, burning, mmm, uh
    Someday I'm gonna tell everybody
    Someday I wanna hit the red dot on everybody
    Someday, oh (heatstroke)
    Every day I'm livin' high, I'm smokin' marijuana
    Every day I'm livin' high, I do whatever I wanna, oh, yeah

    I've been tryin'
    To make you love me
    But everything I try
    Just takes you further from me

    Someday we gon' set it off
    Someday we gon' get this off
    Baby, don't you bet it all
    On a pack of Fentanyl
    You might think they wrote you off
    They gon' have to rope me off
    Someday the drama'll be gone
    And they'll play this song on and on

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    Sometimes I take all the shine
    Talk like I drank all the wine
    Years ahead, but way behind
    I'm on one, two, three, four, five
    No half-truths, just naked minds
    Caught between space and time
    This not what they had in mind
    But maybe someday

    I've been tryin'
    To make you love me
    But everything I try
    Just takes you further from me

    Woah
    Once again, I am a child
    I let it all go (go)
    Of everything that I know, yeah
    Of everything that I know, yeah

    And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
    We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
    I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed, yeah
    And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
    We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
    I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed, yeah

    And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
    We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
    I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed, yeah
    And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
    We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
    I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed, yeah

    And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free

    Song details

    Composition: Trade Martin, Carole Bayer Sager, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Malik Yusef, Carmen Reece, Kid Cudi, Consequence, Noah Goldstein, Partynextdoor, Kenneth Pershon, 070 Shake, Pardison Fontaine, Shirley Ann Lee, Francis and the Lights, CyHi, and Bump J

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