Blood On The Leaves (Album Version|Explicit) - Ye

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Blood on the leaves

I just wanna 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

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 b**ches 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 naughty

So let's get on with it

You 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

It came out of your body

It 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 love life stole ya

Remember we were so young

When I would hold you

Before the glory

I know there ain't wrong with me

Something strange is happening

You could've been somethin'

We could've ugh we could've been somebody

Or was it all our 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 lawyers

It's like I don't even know ya

I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia

F**k them other niggas

Cause I'm down with my niggas

F**k them other niggas

Cause I'm down with my niggas

F**k 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 b**ches

Trying to 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 Beyonce

You need to stop actin' lazy

She Instagram herself like "Bad b**ch alert"

He Instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"

He only wanna see that a** 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 coc*ine on the table

You can't snort that

That going to that owing money

That the court got

On and on that alimony

Uh yeah-yeah she got you homie

'Til death but do your part

Unholy matrimony