Life of the Party
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Lyrics from Drake’s radio show on SiriusXM

[Intro: Kanye West]
It’s after hours at that glamorous blind spot
Where they’re taking it easy, swapping personal experiences

Let’s listen in America Today
Life of the party, mhm, ’til I almost cry, mhm
It’s the life of the party, to think I could’ve almost died
Lord help us

[Verse 1: André 3000]
Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into my mama, please tell her I said, “Say something”
I’m starting to believe ain’t no such thing as heaven’s trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If there’s a Heaven you would think they’d let ya’ speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby’s laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller remindin’ me, “Hey, keep rolling on”
I don’t know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass
I’ve been layin’ on way too long, got me itchy
Got up and roamed a lil’ more
Miss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I’m lost
You see, she’d always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin’ a lil’ bit so she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin’, I would leave and fire up a joint
‘Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
All that time, y’all thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy
My mom, she ain’t cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don’t miss her overstepping
But do miss her showin’ Seven civilian life shit
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this:
The real reason I was geeked to go to church was confess
When y’all grown-ups would be in Bible study
That girl helping me with my homework, her and I were fuckin’
So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty
So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us (Sh-sh, ah, ah)
Until this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore
Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him:
Why he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside?
Because I carried my mother’s name, did he carry shame with him?
I’m sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth
Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady
No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions
There’s a dissonance at play, dad and mom do hard division
Three Thou’, poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I’m supposed to smile, as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for what, I don’t know
But I do know that it’s crucial, that we do so, pronto
I don’t know how much long though

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