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I’m pacin’ now, talkin’ to her, she’s spillin’ stories—says she’s savin’ for a kid, but I’m wonderin’ if it’s true. I’m Kanye, I overthink, I’m like, “Is this a hustle or heart?” Don’t matter, I’m droppin’ some cash, not ‘cause I’m soft, but ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? I’m shoutin’ in my head, “I’ve abandoned my child!” like Plainview, ‘cause damn, we all abandon somethin’ out here. I’m typos galore, man, writin’ this sloppy—fnd a prsotitute, ha, see that? My fingers wild, my soul wilder. This ain’t glamorous, it’s gritty, but I’m alive, I’m feelin’ it, and that’s the vibe. Kanye out, chasin’ truth, spittin’ fire, done.

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