Why I Love You
Kanye West Lyrics


Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know

Picture, if you will, that the throne's burning
Rome's burning, and I'm sitting in the corner all alone, burning
Why does it always end up like this?
Something that we don't determine
Same people that I fought for, that I fight for, that I ride for
That I live for, that I die for
Be the reason that these niggas is alive for
And they want me dead, but I'm sorry, but I just can't die for you
But I can make 'em put their hands in the sky for you
We waiting for the fireworks like July 4th
Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?
When the grief is over, beef is over
I'll be fly when Easter's over
I tried to teach niggas how to be kings
And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers
So when love is gone 'til blood is drawn
'Cause we no longer wear the same uniform
Fuck you, squares, the circle got smaller
The castle got bigger, the walls got taller
And truth be told, after all that said
Niggas still got love for you

Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know
Ooh, I love you so



But why I love you, I'll never know
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know

Showed love to you niggas
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces 'fore you swept on it
Goddamn, this shit leaves a mess, don't it?
Shit feelin' like death, don't it?
Charge it to the game, whatever's left on it
I spent about a minute, maybe less on it
Fly, pelican, fly, turn the jets on it
But first I shall digress on it
Wasn't I a good king?
Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?
Didn't I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to?
Huh, I gave you my loyalty
Made you royalty and royalties
Took care of these niggas' lawyer fees
And this is how niggas rewarded me, damn

Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know

Bussin' at me, b-b-b-bussin' at me
But I'm bulletproof, bitch, you can't get nothin' past me
Got body armor
A nigga gotta watch the throne
And I'm bussin' back
So niggas in a glass house should not throw stones
What do you do when the love turn to hate?
Gotta separate from these fuckin' fakes
Caesar didn't see it, so he ceased to exist
So the nigga that killed him had keys to his shit
Am I my brother's keeper?
Only if that nigga don't creep up
Got a pistol under my pillow
I've never been a deep sleeper
P-P-P-Paranoia, 'cause the nigga that said he'll
Blast for ya is now blastin' for ya
That's an assassin for ya
These niggas got a shot, they'll shoot
Please Lord, forgive him
For these niggas not know what they do, ooh


Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kanye West, Mike Dean, Shawn Carter, Philippe Cerboneschi, Hubert Blanc Francard, Tony Camillo, Mary Sawyer

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“Hook” (0:30)

“GO” (0:31-1:16)
“Let me debrief that I won’t be brief
Let me leave if we won’t have peace
We must cease to have this reach
On each other’s business, contract breached
Never, never, never, more
Pray the game of life ends with a better score
No voice notes I severed chords
Think of the unborn I wrote a letter for
Bathtub soaking after words that scared you
Teenage love it was nothing careful
Atlanta won’t know you like I’m supposed to
Heart in half feelings bicoastal
Torn between warm California love
And My State of Mind as the formula
Don’t cry this heart was once Pangea
Only special girl was one Aaliyah
Can’t get up and come to mirrors
Candles with this Rum Sangria
Deep thoughts with no rent she bought
The laughs, the jokes, my past, her folks
Her fashion tropes, no cash, so broke
Her ass, the stroke, the passion, hope
You’re hushed words that I need captions for
Us on us crime what’s the action code?”

“Hook” (1:16-1:47)

“GO” (1:47-2:17)
“Should I thank you, or shank you?
You told her don’t do this engagement
Then she left had no face-to-face it
Kay’s so wasted Ace of Spades shit
I’ve folded up no more playing cards wrong
If you been hurt too then dance this is our song
You really want K to move away?
Leave what he’s known, fly through today?
Did you steal my future or prevent my biggest mistake?
Am I grateful or am I switchin’ today?
Paranoia, guess it’s goodbye to my California
I cry still, mull it over when 6 feet under, I’ll die still
Don’t work on yaself you lost your boss card
This song proves letting go of people is such a lost art”

“Hook” (2:17-2:33)

“Go” (2:32-3:02)
“You were worth more but too reflective,
At case value ain’t a True Detective
Wheres’ my lady, baby,
Even my maybe
Drawings take new forms once you erase me
Cupid’s torture slow rounds
To be in love once smile as I go down
Is it foolish?
To paint pictures of my life past the horizon?
Why still do this?
I am bluish
No one to rest with does that mean I’m a live one?
The always me is a never ending love for you
Did you pretend to love or pretend to pretend to?

-KGodWill



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@miracle1932

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@lyndonfast7128

That last verse is sick. Finishing each other's sentences.

@hebasamy68

Sick? You mean in a good way?

@siren._lvr

@@hebasamy68 yes that’s what the word means in this context

@ЭлинаШериева-з7н

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@kaitlynmckenzie6397

You'd probably like Ces Cru

@nyambura7698

@@hebasamy68 in this context do you rlly think it would mean sick as in ill 💀

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@franka107

That last few seconds with the orchestra in the background is my favourite part of the song. I wish they would've made it longer

@Craniocentricism

I agree with you

@andre49ers

Yessir

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