Gifted Lyrics - Lykke Li

Verse (Kanye West) 

Hey eh 

I'm known for running my mouth 

I will not be accountable for what comes out uh 

I don't know I might of said it 

I was kinda gone and light-headed 

My jacket kinda fresh, bright red-ed 

And as usual my pants tight threaded 

It seem like everybody dress tight now 

And I just want my credit 

Don't get it twisted or dreaded 

I am the king and will not be-headed 

To the mall no time soon brethren 

Being broke made my head hurt 

So I need the bread or an Excedrin 

That'll only get my engine revvin' 

While y'all on ten, I'm on eleven 

I'mma make the news, be on at seven 

Matter fact, I'm on this very second 

I'm in first and y'all in second 

And this verse only add to the freshness 

Call to the club, tell 'em add to the guest list 

What you think? Way more bitches 

Y'all mutha fuckas know who this is 

I'm gifted, Merry Christmas... 

Merry Christmas 

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Chorus (Lykke Li and Santogold) 

I'm armed with pens 

And I got my rhymes 

Whatever comes, I'll write it down 

So knock me out 

And shoot me down 

With mics in hand 

We'll stand against the test of time 

Verse (Santogold) 

You don't know my mind 

Like I said a thousand times 

I try to stay ahead 

Know what I'm fighting for 

I leave you to your talk 

Never seen my kind before 

And you're all so thick headed 

Follow and I know I led it 

Part of me won't me quit 

Won't let me just not say shit 

So much there to be bored with 

Can't be still, I can't afford it 

Try to hold it in but it makes me sick 

So I spit it out, say the hell with it 

I dream it and I build it tall 

Make a way for when it falls 

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Chorus (Lykke Li and Santogold) 

I'm armed with pens 

And I got my rhymes 

Whatever comes, I'll write it down 

So knock me out 

And shoot me down 

With mics in hand 

We'll stand against the test of time 

Break 

I'm armed with pens 

And I got my rhymes 

Whatever comes, I'll write it down 

So knock me out 

And shoot me down 

With mics in hand 

We'll stand against the test of time