​toasty digital - Lift yourself lyrics

Hard to see, ooh the hang ups we have today
Said we need to strive for more liberty

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid
Seen through Yves St laurent glasses
And I've realized that I've arrived
'Cause it take more than a
Magazine to kill my Vibe
Does he write his own rhymes? Well, sort of
I think 'em that mean I forgot better shit
Than you ever thought of
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask, if you talkin' about classics
Do my name get brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four track recorder
So it's only right that I let the
Top drop on a drop-top Porsche
Spoil yourself, that's important
If your stripper name "Porsche" and you


Get tips from many men then your fat friend
Her nickname is "Minivan"
Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man
I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed
To stop, I can't, because

Throw your diamonds in the sky
If you feel the vibe
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever
Ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Uh (Perfect)

I was sick about awards
Couldn't nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but
Kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him
Thirty minutes later seein' there's
No convincin' him what more could you ask
For? The international asshole
Who complain about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he
Is three years old
You gotta love it though: somebody
Still speaks from his soul
And wouldn't change by the change or
The game or the fame
When he came in the game
He made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name
It's Kanye, but some of my plaques
They still say Kayne (Ayy)
Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi
Them Folks ain't from Moe Town
Life movin' too fast, I need to slow down
Girl ain't give me no ass
You need to go down
My father been said I need Jesus
So he took me to church and let
The water wash over my caesar
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got
Still like a paraplegic (Ayy)
You know who you call you got a message
Then leave it (Ayy)
The Roc stand tall and you
Would never believe it (Woah)
Take your diamonds and throw 'em
Up like you bulimic (Woah)
Yeah, the beat cold, but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the
Dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new shit
It sound like the best of
A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up
In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah
He next up (Woah)
People askin' me if I'm gon'
Give my chain back (Woah)
That'll be the same day I give the game back
(Woah) you know the next question, dog: "Yo
Where Dame at?" (Woah)
This track the Indian dance to
Bring our reign back (Ayy)
"What's up with you and Jay
Man? Are y'all okay, man?"
(Ayy) they pray for the death of
Our dynasty like "Amen"
R-r-r-r-right here stands a man
With the power to make a
Diamond with his bare hands

Ismilewhen Rosie comes to see me
And I'm sad when Rosie goes away
'Cause, Rosie brings the sunshine
(Sonic boom)

Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit (spirit, spirit, spirit)
Movin' around, just movin' around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes kids see ghosts
Spirit