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Strange fruit, hanging, from the poplar trees

(Blood on the leaves)
I just need to clear my mind now
It's been racin' since the summertime
And I'm holdin' down the summer now
And all I want is what I can't buy now

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'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I told you to wait
Yeah I told you to wait
So I'mma need a little more time now
'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now

And I thought you could wait
Yeah, I thought you could wait
These bitches surroundin' me
All want somethin' out me
Then they talk about me

Would be lost without me
We could've been somebody
Thought you'd be different 'bout it
Now I know you not it (I'm the poplar trees)

So let's get on with it

We could've been somebody
'Stead you had to tell somebody
Let's take it back to the first party
When you tried your first molly

And came out of your body
And came out of your body
Running naked down the lobby
And you was screamin' that you love me

Before the limelight tore ya'
Before the limelight stole ya'
Remember we were so young
When I would hold you
Before the blood on the leaves

I know there ain't wrong with me
Something strange is happening

You could've been somebody
We could've ugh, we could've been somebody
Or was it on the first party
When we tried our first molly
And came out of our body
And came out of our body
Before they call lawyers
Before you tried to destroy us

How you gon' lie to the lawyer?
It's like I don't even know ya
I gotta bring it back to the 'nolia

Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
I ride with my niggas, I'll die for my...

To all my second string bitches, try and get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy

She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert
He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side

Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid
Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that

Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that
That going to that owing money that the court got
All in on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie
'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony

Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze, breeze
Strange fruit, fruit from the Poplar trees, from the Poplar trees

That summer night holding long and long, 'din long
No waiting for the summer rose and (breathe)
And breathe and breathe
And breathe and breathe
And breathe and breathe
And live and learn
And live and learn

And living and living like I'm lonely
Lonely, lonely
And living all I have
And living all
And live
And live
(Blood on the leaves)
Breeze, breeze

Writer(s): CALVIN BROADUS, MIKE DEAN, KANYE WEST, COREY MILLER, ELON RUTBERG, CYDEL YOUNG, LEWIS ALLAN, MALIK YUSEF EL SHABBAZ JONES, FERMIN PIERRE II, ROSS MATTHEW BIRCHARD, ANTHONY WILLIAMS, CRAIG S LAWSON, LU

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