Party
Beyonce feat. Andre 3000 & Kanye West Lyrics

It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot
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
Hey, Miss Donda
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