Hold My Liquor
Kanye West | www.AudioCastle.net Lyrics
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But this man can't handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town
I'm on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now
I can't handle no liquor
I can't control my niggas
And my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me, my nigga
But you really just know the old me
Bitch I'm back out my coma
Waking up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover
Slightly scratch your corolla
Okay, I smashed your corolla
I'm hanging on a hangover
Five years we been over
Ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
One more fuck and I can own ya
One cold night in October
Pussy had me floating
Feel like Deepak Chopra
Pussy had me dead
Might call 2Pac over
Yeezy's all on your sofa
These them Red Octobers
Still ain't learn me no manners
You love me when I ain't sober
You love me when I'm hungover
Even when I blow doja
Then her auntie came over
Skinny bitch with no shoulders
Tellin' you that I'm bogus
Bitch you don't even know us
"Baby girl, he's a loner
Baby girl, he's a loner
Late night organ donor
After that he disown ya
After that he's just hopeless
Soul mates become soulless
When it's over it's over"
And bitch, I'm back out my coma
Callin' up your uncle's place
Shit's all over the place
I don't hear your phone
Ohhh I wanna phone home
I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas
And my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me, my nigga
But you really just know the old me
I heard you need a new fad (a new girl)
I heard you need a new stack (a new girl)
I heard you need a new phone (a new girl)
I know your 'rents ain't be home (a new girl)
Callin' up your uncle's place
Shit's all over the place
I don't hear your phone
Ohhh I wanna phone home
In the first part of the song, Kanye West talks about his ability to handle his liquor but witnesses a man struggling with his weed. He then moves on to a dark and lonely area of Chicago and decides to travel to Indiana. Here, he talks about how he can't control himself when he is drunk, how the women he is with can't handle him, and how even his friends can't control him. He addresses those who say they know him but really only know the old version of him. In the latter part of the song, he raps about waking up from his coma, feeling hungover and helpless. He talks about his wild behavior, hookups, and encounters with women, and how they don't really know him. The song seems to be about the struggles of fame, addiction, and loss of control, especially in relationships.
Line by Line Meaning
I can hold my liquor
I can handle my alcohol well
But this man can't handle his weed
But this man is not good with smoking marijuana
Dark and lonely now
Feeling very sad and isolated
On Chicago, south of town
In the south side of Chicago
I'm on to Indiana
Moving on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now
Heard about Indiana on the radio
I can't handle no liquor
I cannot handle my alcohol well
But these bitches can't handle me
But these women are unable to keep up with me
I can't control my niggas
I can't control my friends
And my niggas they can't control me
And my friends are also unable to control me
You say you know me, my nigga
You claim to know me, my friend
But you really just know the old me
But in reality, you only know me from the past
Bitch I'm back out my coma
I have recovered from a state of unconsciousness
Waking up on your sofa
Waking up on someone's sofa
When I park my Range Rover
After I park my Range Rover
Slightly scratch your corolla
I slightly damaged your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your corolla
I damaged your Corolla pretty badly
I'm hanging on a hangover
Suffering from the effects of alcohol consumption the next day
Five years we been over
We broke up five years ago
Ask me why I came over
Ask me why I came to your place
One more hit and I can own ya
One more time having sex and I'll have power over you
One more fuck and I can own ya
One more time having sex and I will have control over you
One cold night in October
One chilly night in October
Pussy had me floating
Sex made me feel high
Feel like Deepak Chopra
Feeling spiritually enlightened
Pussy had me dead
Sex made me feel dead or unresponsive
Might call 2Pac over
Could call over 2Pac, the deceased rapper
Yeezy's all on your sofa
Kanye West's clothing line is all over your sofa
These them Red Octobers
These are the Red October sneakers from his shoe line
Still ain't learn me no manners
Still haven't learned any manners from me
You love me when I ain't sober
You love me when I'm not sober
You love me when I'm hungover
You love me even when I'm hungover
Even when I blow doja
Even when I smoke marijuana
Then her auntie came over
Then her aunt came over
Skinny bitch with no shoulders
Thin woman with no defined shoulders
Tellin' you that I'm bogus
Telling you that I am phony
Bitch you don't even know us
You don't even know us, woman
"Baby girl, he's a loner
Baby girl, he's a lonely person
Late night organ donor
Late-night organ donor (likely a reference to sex)
After that he disown ya
After that, he will no longer acknowledge you
After that he's just hopeless
After that, he will be without hope
Soul mates become soulless
Lovers become non-lovers
When it's over it's over"
When it's done, it's done
Callin' up your uncle's place
Calling your uncle's home
Shit's all over the place
Stuff is scattered everywhere
I don't hear your phone
I am unable to hear your phone ringing
Ohhh I wanna phone home
Oh, I want to call home
I heard you need a new fad (a new girl)
I heard you need a new girlfriend
I heard you need a new stack (a new girl)
I heard you need a lot of money to impress a new girlfriend
I heard you need a new phone (a new girl)
I heard you want a new phone to reach your new girlfriend
I know your 'rents ain't be home (a new girl)
I know your parents won't be home, so let's invite your new girlfriend over
Contributed by Ellie K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Wunna
I can hold my liquor
But this man can't handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town
I'm on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now
I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas
And my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me, my nigga
But you really just know the old me
Bitch I'm back out my coma
Waking up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover
Slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla
I'm hanging on a hangover
Five years we been over
Ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
One more fuck and I can own ya
One cold night in October
Pussy had me floating
Feel like Deepak Chopra
Pussy had me dead
Might call 2Pac over
Yeezy's all on your sofa
These them Red Octobers
Still ain't learn me no manners
You love me when I ain't sober
You love me when I'm hungover
Even when I blow doja
Then her auntie came over
Skinny bitch with no shoulders
Tellin' you that I'm bogus
Bitch you don't even know us
"Baby girl, he's a loner
Baby girl, he's a loner
Late night organ donor
After that he disown ya
After that he's just hopeless
Soul mates become soulless
When it's over it's over"
And bitch, I'm back out my coma
Callin' up your uncle's place
Shit's all over the place
I don't hear your phone
Ohhh I wanna phone home
I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas
And my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me, my nigga
But you really just know the old me
I heard you need a new fad (a new girl)
I heard you need a new stack (a new girl)
I heard you need a new phone (a new girl)
I know your 'rents ain't be home (a new girl)
Callin' up your uncle's place
Shit's all over the place
I don't hear your phone
Oh I wanna phone home
boxertest
Aunt: WTF is wrong with you
Nephew: I can hold my liquor
Uncle: this man can't handle his weed
Aunt: you got the boy drinking and smoking!
Nephew: I can't handle no liquor
Uncle: bitches can't handle me
Aunt: WTF you just said!
Nephew: I can't control my niggas
Uncle: And my niggas they can't control me
Aunt: I know you two not saying that bs to me
Uncle: You say you know me, my nigga
Nephew: But you really just know the old me(falls down drunk) ...
TheVoiceOfChaos
id go so far as to say that the fandom mentality are a lot like religion
and organized religion is a lot like a cult
christianity as a whole is a jesus fandom
but fragments within christianity (and a lot of them) resemble cults
and it does not help that actual cults use christianity and mix it with other forms of spirituality to form a cult.
there are Christians who would accept their gay brothers
and those who hold different beliefs from them
because they know that they are in this world with us
but its the Christians who want to be separate from the world that worry me.
to these people if you do not believe in the bible(jesus) you dont exist in their world
you are already dead to them.
the bible(jesus) just like anything else must pass through human interpretation.
constantly re-translated from an extremely old language
how can you expect every single human to read the same thing and understand it the same way
holy spirit?
the bible was written for its time, it still has some good spirit in it.
but it is not the only one.
Christianity isn't a cult
it is a tool used by cults
listen to your own spirit
use your own mind.
HeroinDior
can’t believe chief keef invented music
BrothaGoneBased
Lmfaooo
I AM
dwl behave !!!!
Truksavageglo
😂😂
Organic Dstres Gaming
Dead ass true
Retro Bebop
Imagine living a full life without having hear this masterpiece?
James Kolawole
I first heard Yeezus in 2013, and I've played it for the first 8 years without really liking the album that much, its now 10 years and I'm still playing it a few times a month..
By now most people would assume I'm sick of the album but here's the thing brah... this album just keeps getting better, I'm not the kind of groupie to call him a genius because he's more than that, he's a legend
Alexander Taddy
People think of Chief just for drill music but if you actually listen to his music you can find many different flows and beats he can go to. He really doesn't care he will go hard on one tract go to mumble chief then go to some lyrical shit it's crazy, then don't forget to mention Kanye in the song so it's just the goats of Chicago. Greatness.
Cube
chicago dudes bred different
Matthew Meachem
Best song on Yeezus