[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yeezy season approaching
Fuck whatever y'all been hearing
Fuck what, fuck whatever y'all been wearing
I'm about to come alive again
Soon as I pull up and park the Benz
We get this bitch shaking like Parkinsons
Take my number and lock it in
Indian hair, no moccasins
It's too many hoes in this house of sin
Real niggas back in the house again
Black Timbs all on your couch again
Black dick all in your spouse again
And I know she like chocolate men
She got road niggas off, then popped and ran
Onsite