Party
Beyonce Feat. Kanye West & Andre 3000 Lyrics
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And we're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
Let's listen in America today
Life of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
If you run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"
I don't know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass
I've been layin' on way too long, got me itchy
Got up and roamed a lil' more
Miss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave then fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again twenty years later
All that time, y'all thought a nigga was high
Thought I was crazy, my mama, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her overstepping
But do miss a show in seven, civilian life shit
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this
The real reason I was geeked to go to church, must confess
When y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study
That girl helping me with my homework, her and I would fuck
And so pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty
So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us (shh-shh, ah, ah)
Until this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore
Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him
Why he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside?
Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him?
I'm sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth
Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
Two young people with different views a lot for a young lady
No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions
There's a dissonance at play, dad and mom do hard division
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for what I don't know but I do know
That it's crucial, that we do so, pronto
I don't know how much long though
Momma, your son in the red hat, had suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by the shore, close my eyes, I can see more
Nobody punkin' me, nobody pressure me, nobody gangsta me
Especially, when the gangstas eat thanks to me
And my favorite principal name was Mrs. Wooten
She was strict, the perfect instructor for young Putin
Vladimir, just so that is clear
Whom should we fear when we know dad is here?
(Daddy's right here, daddy's right here)
I don't play, boy
Over y'all dead body 'fore my daughter pose in Playboy
We don't condone over-sexualization of the kids in the home
Battery in my back, this house of pain won't ever last
CyHi told me to my face that Sicko Mode was his biggest song
Well go'n, cause Donda was the best ghostwriter I ever had
South Park had jokes about fish sticks
Till this day the whole team can kiss this dick
I put Virgil and Drake on the same text
And it wasn't about the matching Arc'teryx or Kid Cudi dress
Just told these grown men stop it with the funny shit
I might hire the whole team from ACG
So don't text me like I'm Juanita JCV
Or more important, Monica Corgan, who was there for me
Somebody really there for me, was rare for me
That was new air to breathe
When I was underappreciated, undervaluated
Stockholders told me, "Board rooms will bore you"
And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message to everybody
So if I hit you with a "W-Y-D"
You better hit me with, "Yes sir, I'm writing everything you need"
I told you I was gonna take the summer back
So any of the cap, won't take none of that
Where my motherfuckin' red hat?
Security and the nannies be forever handling
I can't stand it when there's talks of
Putting the kids back in Sierra Canyon when daddy got his own school
Trav, smile for these white people if you want (C'mon)
While we build a team to get Hoover out the joint
I do what I want, bro, in my life
Serve and protect long as it's my wife
Screaming on M-A-Ns for trying to lower the percentage of SKIMS
See, I was going in back when they thought I was only making Ms
Now it's 9 billi', you ain't gotta like me but you feel me
Do y'all feel me? Really?
Get off Scott Free, I'm talking Ridley
Get off our knees, that's if you're with me
Get off your knees, that's if you're with me
Get off your knees and let's get free
Get off your knees and let's get free
Quickly, I mean really
Really, I mean really
I need release, I don't need police, I'm like, "nigga, please"
Y'all can't hear me, mmm-mmm-mmm
For the real me, for the real me, I mean, mmm-mmm-mmm
For the real me, mmm-mmm, for the real me, mmm-mmm-mmm
Over here, or you go over there?
Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the, whoa, uh-oh, uh-oh
Ready mama? (Yup)
I'm so proud of you, yup, you're gonna have so much fun
They gonna shoot us in the air mama, okay?
C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama
Hold your head back, hold your head back (three, two, one)
Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right here
It's okay, mama, daddy's here, daddy's here
Help (daddy's right here), I'm scared
Okay, okay, I got you, it's okay
Okay, we goin' slow, we goin' slow down
It's okay, stop cryin', daddy got you, see, it's over, you did it, P
You already did it, see? It's already over, yay, you did it
Big girl, it's already over, it's already over, it's already over
Daddy right here, daddy right here
I told you I'm not gon' let you go
I'm not gon' let you go, mama, okay?
Daddy got you, daddy gon bring us all the way down, okay?
How was it? (We good)
You did a good job (it was scary)
Good job
The song "Party" by Beyoncé featuring Andre 3000 and Kanye West explores themes of personal experiences, loss, family, and self-reflection. The first verse describes an after-hours event at a glamorous blind spot where people swap personal experiences and listen to music that represents America. The second verse switches the tone and features Andre 3000 rapping about his mother, who died during cosmetic surgery, and his absent father. Andre contemplates the lack of heaven's trumpets and afterlife, and muses about how he thinks his mother communicates with him through small reminders like a baby's laugh or a blade of grass.
Kanye West's verse follows, and he talks about his mother, Donda, who passed away due to complications from cosmetic surgery as well. He asks someone to tell his mother to say something to him from the afterlife or symbolically through the world around him. Kanye reflects on his relationship with his mother, including their discussions about smoking, getting him back on track, and the real reason he was eager to go to church.
The final section features an audio clip of Blue Ivy, Beyoncé and Jay-Z's daughter, being scared during a helicopter ride. It ends with Kanye comforting and assuring Blue Ivy that he won't let her go, tying in the theme of family and fatherly love.
Overall, the song portrays a deeply personal and thoughtful narrative about life, death, family, and relationships.
Line by Line Meaning
It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot
We are at a secluded and fancy location very late at night
And we're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
We're relaxing and sharing stories with each other
Let's listen in America today
Let's pay attention to what's happening in the country right now
Life of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
Being the center of attention at a party is enjoyable, but it can also be overwhelming
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Being the life of the party can make you forget the serious risks involved in life
Hey, Miss Donda
Addressing someone named Miss Donda
If you run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
If you see my mother, please tell her to get in touch
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
I'm starting to doubt the idea of an afterlife in heaven
No after-over, this is it, done
There is no afterlife, this life is the end
If there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
If heaven existed, you would expect to be able to speak with your deceased loved ones
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
Perhaps my mother is communicating with me through the sound of a baby's laughter
Miss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
If you come across my mother, please let her know that I am feeling lost
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point
I may have slightly exaggerated my symptoms to make my mother understand how serious they were
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
We thought we were the new prosperous and influential city
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
I warned Drake not to mess with me on my gangster disciple status
I'm not gon' let you go, mama, okay?
I will not abandon or let go of you, okay?
Daddy got you, daddy gon bring us all the way down, okay?
Father will take care of us and safely bring us back down
How was it? (We good)
How was the experience? (We are good)
You did a good job (it was scary)
You did well even though it was scary
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Benjamin, Anthony C. Khan, Brian Anthony Miller, Derek J. Watkins, Dwayne Abernathy, Jahmal Gwin, Kanye Omari West, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Mark Williams, Norma Jean Toney, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Rennard L. East, Ter
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@kevinlilly6198
THEY NEED TO START PLAYING THIS AT THE COOKOUT.
@AnaiyahChanel
Exactly
@Trunksytube
They sure do at the ones I go to lol
@jlwsquadjonah8750
Yes they do
@mehman4438
the summer cookout where ur uncle cooking on the grill, ya cousins and siblings playing ball outside, the teenagers minding their business, your grandparents dancing, and your parents and the rest of the ppl playing cards 😌
@Inkaa1tarot
Kevin Lilly ISTG I was just sayin ima play this at all the family get togethers 😂😂🙌🏽
@Liakay999
Me 6 years old singing “I’m may be young but I’m ready” :
My 13 year old sister and my momma : 🌚
@winterfendi2554
Me asf 🌚💀
@winterfendi2554
Dead ass was 6 when this came out too Lol 🌚💀
@tyeshacharles8877
So me 😂