Artist: Kanye West ft. John Legend

Album:  Unreleased Studio Tracks	

Song:   Out Of Your Mind

Typed by: ricorendezvous@hotmail.com



[John Legend]

We cant even sit and talk, without you arguing

You're the one who started it



[Kanye West]

[Verse 1]

I got a girl at home but she don't cook

I have my condoms in the stove cuz she wont look

And she never ever go to the grocery store

So I figure its safe to pull a grocery hoe

She was buyin Alize out the liquor isle

She said “I hope its not too ghetto”

Rocked all gold force back in style

I kept her number on file for my girl be actin wild

Like last week I told her take me to the mall

But she don't drive

My other girl picked me up at 3:05

She got a brand new car, 16

Now the car only 1 years old, oh

Man but the body look grown, whoa

Before I catch a case I better take my ass home

Where the problems is, arguments be +Daly+ like Carson is

But the problem is..



[Chorus]

We can't even sit and talk no more, without you arguing

Girl you must be out of your mind, no no no

You're the one who started it



[Verse 2]

Hold up, wait a second man

That's that thrift store info, that's all second hand

Why don't you talk to the mouth of the horses ‘bout my porches

Condos in front of the golf courses

Instead you stay up, countin every second like a fake rollie

I'm real, so you know I move real slowly

The way the censorship'll go off, you know me

I aint call you, you wanna know why?

Im in Noha, Hon aloha, pushin jet skis so I

Couldn't return the pages on my Motorola

Nextel, my cell, it don't work down there

What happened in Cancun? Stays down there

What's happenin here? Made me wish I stayed down there

Take a seat, why you always makin a beef?

You know these walls too thin in this apart-a-ment

Now everybody hearin our arguments

But the problem is..



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Man, boo you know what I do

So don't trip when I come home after 2 or 3 or 4

I aint messin with them girls no more

It's weak, the benz coupe is so sweet

When I roll down the street, tears roll down her cheek

She said, “You must love that car more than me

And nigga I was with you before the cheese

So you need to work on your pri-or-ities

If she went with Fabolous I bet that she would be

A-R-G-U-I-N-G and please

I'm not actin like this cuz I'm getting spins on

W-K-R-P in Cincinnati

You think I'd get my voice so deep like

W-K-R-P in Cincinnati

That's how much of a fuck I give

You seen cribs? That's how the fuck I live

As far as this?



[Chorus x2]