Blood on the Leaves
Kanye West Lyrics


Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves

I just need to clear my mind now
It's been racin' since the summertime
Now I'm holdin' down the summer now
And all I want is what I can't buy now
'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I told you to wait
Yeah I told you to wait
So I'mma need a little more time now
'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I thought you could wait
Yeah, I thought you could wait
These bitches surroundin' me
All want somethin' out me
Then they talk about me
Would be lost without me
We could've been somebody
Thought you'd be different 'bout it
Now I know you not it
So let's get on with it

We could've been somebody
Instead you had to tell somebody
Let's take it back to the first party
When you tried your first molly
And came out of your body
And came out of your body
Running naked down the lobby
And you was screamin' that you love me
Before the limelight tore ya
Before the limelight stole ya
Remember we were so young
When I would hold you
Before the glory
I know there ain't wrong with me
Something strange is happening

You could've been somebody
We could've ugh, we could've been somebody
Or was it all our first party
When we tried our first molly
And came out of our body
And came out of our body
Before they call lawyers
Before you tried to destroy us
How you gon' lie to the lawyers?
It's like I don't even know ya
I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas
I ride with my niggas, I'll die for my

To all my second string bitches, tryna get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert
He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side
Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid
Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort that
Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that
That going to that owing money that the court got
On and on that alimony, uh, yeah yeah, she got you homie, yeah
'Til death but do your part, uh, unholy matrimony

Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Craig Stephen Lawson, Antony Von Williams, Lewis Allen, Ross Birchard, Calvin Broadus, Mike Dean, Awood Magic Johnson, Jr., Malik Yusef Jones, Craig Miller, Lunice F. Pierre, Elon Rutberg, Kanye Omari West, Cydel Young

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Producer: Kanye West
Producer: Hudson Mohawke
Producer: Lunice
Producer, Co- Producer: Carlos Broady
Producer, Additional Producer: 88 Keys
Producer, Additional Producer: Mike Dean
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer, Mixer: Noah Goldstein
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Anthony Kilhoffer
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Marc Portheau
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: khoi Huynh
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Raoul Le Pennec
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Nabil Essemlani
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Damien Prost
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Kenta Yonesaka
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: David Rowland
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer, Assistant Mixer: Sean Oakley
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer, Assistant Mixer: Eric Lynn
Composer Lyricist: Kanye West
Composer Lyricist: Ross Birchard
Composer Lyricist: Lewis Allen
Composer Lyricist: Elon Rutberg
Composer Lyricist: Malik Jones
Composer Lyricist: Tony Williams
Composer Lyricist: Cydell Young
Composer Lyricist: Mike Dean



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Lyrics:

I just wanna clear my mind now
It's been racin' since the summertime
And I'm holdin' down the summer now
And all I want is what I can't buy now
Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I told you to wait
Yeah I told you to wait
So I'm a need a little more time now
Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I thought you could wait
Yeah, I thought you could wait
These bitches surroundin' me
All want somethin' out me
Then they talk about me
Would be lost without me
We could've been somebody
Thought you'd be different 'bout it
Now I know you naughty
So let's get on with it

You could've been somebody
'Stead you had to tell somebody
Let's take it back to the first party
When you tried your first molly
And came out of your body
And came out of your body
Running naked down the lobby
And you was screamin' that you love me
Before the limelight tore ya
Before the limelight stole ya
Remember we were so young
When I would hold you
Before the glory
I know there ain't wrong with me

Something strange is happening


You could've been somethin'
We could've, we could've been somebody
Or was it all our first party
When we tried our first molly
And came out of our body
And came out of our body

Before they call lawyers
Before you tried to destroy us
How you gon' lie to the lawyers?
It's like I don't even know ya
I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia

Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
I ride with my niggas, I'll die for my...

To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert"
He Instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two thousand dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side
Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid
Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that
Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that
That going to that owing money that the court got
On and on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie
'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony



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Thabo Kgaphola

Future generations gon have a good time sampling Kanye.

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@CanditoTrainingHQ do you hang in the studios with kanye and mike dean to see what happens there?

Ape X

Kanye had a good time sampling from past generations

꧁ˇال̝ـمَ͠جـیـد꧂

The mixing is awful and the lyrics are pointless. He didn't do "strange fruit" justice. He's no genius what are y'all talking about

TheManster22

fakers really out here like "sampling the sampler naaaaah" listen to a.a.l. 😂😂😂

Jonnny Vigil

@Aiden Fischer it matters cus you commented like this song wants heavily sampled, a good portion of his work is heavily sampled - with a lot of it being Nina Simone l.

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Isaiah Wade

His name is slandered so much in the media that people forget about how genius his work is.

Luis Torres

I really don’t think there is anything “genius” about this piece. This is my first time listening and it’ll probably be my last. In my humble opinion, it’s incoherent and all over the place. I do enjoy flashing lights by him though.

Hesperuss

@TheTyme99 bro wtf

Bettyfbn4208

But he did that himself though

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