πππππ°ππ² original by toasty digital Lyrics
[Chorus: Kanye West]
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get onβ theβ scene
And everyone sellin'β their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin'β they woke
But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed
L.A. monster
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Lord, save these people, they asleep
They lettin' Satan run they streets
Lord, save us from
L.A. monster
[Bridge: Samoria Green & Natalie Green]
We don't want no devils in the house
We don't want no devils in the house
We don't want no devils in the house
And that's it
[Chorus: Kanye West]
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene
And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin' they woke
[Verse 2: Chance, the Rapper]
You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I'm never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I'm never going to fail
He said, "Let's do a good ass job with 'Chance 3'"
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let's make it so free and the bars so hard
That there ain't one gosh darn part you can't tweet
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get onβ theβ scene
And everyone sellin'β their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin'β they woke
But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed
L.A. monster
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Lord, save these people, they asleep
They lettin' Satan run they streets
Lord, save us from
L.A. monster
[Bridge: Samoria Green & Natalie Green]
We don't want no devils in the house
We don't want no devils in the house
We don't want no devils in the house
And that's it
[Chorus: Kanye West]
It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams
Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene
And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...
Everyone sayin' they woke
[Verse 2: Chance, the Rapper]
You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I'm never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I'm never going to fail
He said, "Let's do a good ass job with 'Chance 3'"
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let's make it so free and the bars so hard
That there ain't one gosh darn part you can't tweet