Kanye West - 30 Hours lyrics

Baby lion goes where the islands go

You say you never saw this comin', well
You're not alone
Million dollar renovations to a happy home
My ex says she gave me the
Best years of her life
I saw a recent picture of her
I guess she was right
I wake up, assessin' the damages
Checkin' MediaTakeOut
Pictures of me drunk walkin' out with a bitch
But it's blurry enough to get the fake out
I wake up, all veggies no eggs
I hit the gym, all chest no legs
Yep, then I made myself a smoothie
Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie
Chicago, St louis, St louis to Chicago
Ándale, ándale EI, EI, uh oh
You had me drivin' far enough
To switch the time zone
You was the best of all time at the time
Though yeah, you wasn't mine, though

But I still drove thirty hours
And I, I still drove thirty hours to you
Yeah

I remember rappin' for Jay and Cam
Young producer just trying to
Get his flows off
I remember being nervous to
Do Victoria's Secret
'Til I pictured everybody with
They clothes off
Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition
I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Like a private school for women
Then I get there and all
The Popeye's is finished, girl
You don't love me, you just pretendin'
I need a happy beginnin', middle and endin'
Chicago, St louis, St louis to Chicago
It's gettin' hot in here
That's all that I know
Got a hotel room, three stars for you
You call down for an omelet, girl
It's 5 in the morning
You realize we at the DoubleTree
Not the Aria
Only thing open is Waffle House, girl
Don't start with me
I used the Western Union for
You like it's no prob'
'Cause you was in college complainin'
'bout it's no jobs
But you were suckin' a nigga
Dick the whole time
Well, I guess a blowjob's better than no job

And I drove back thirty hours, uh

Where the main ties onto the sail
Better on sighting for astern, oh

3 Stacks, can you help me out? Thirty hours
Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to
Thirty hours thirty hours
I just be like
It was my idea to have an open relationship
Now a nigga mad
Now I'm 'bout to drive ninety miles
Like Matt Barnes to kill thirty hours
Just to kill just to
Just to i'm about to drive ninety
Ninety miles like Matt Barnes just
To whoop a nigga ass
It was my idea and now a nigga (Thirty hours)
Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh a stunna
Whoop him after school just to
Show I got class
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh with you, yeah (Thirty hours)
You know what I'm sayin'? Drop
Some shit like that
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, uh
Whoop him after school just to thirty hours
Whoop him after school just to
Show I got class uh, igh, uh, uh, 3 Stacks
Thirty hours just ride out to that, uh
Check it out: this the bonus track
This the bonus thirty hours
My favorite albums used to have
Like bonus joints like this
That's why they kick it off like this
Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden
Thirty hours had to put the flyest nigga
On this shit, ayy, ayy
The pyramids shall rise thirty hours
Look at these ultralight beams flowin'
For all the moms, the dads, the kids
The families that shared this moment with us
Let's rock out for 'bout thirty hours
You know, ayy, you know
Ayy, you know, ayy, you know thirty hours
Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team
Ayy remember when the whole block'd
Get shout out?
This my version of a shout-out track
Thirty hours
Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that
Yeah to my brother Yasiin
Holding it down in Africa thirty hours
To my family: thank you for holding me down
The media be acting like thirty hours
That's Gabe calling yo, Gabe
I'm just doing a I'm just doing
An adlib track right now what's up?
Thirty hours thirty hours