"It’s been seven whole days, seven whole days Since you paralyzed me. Seven whole days, seven whole days Since you lost your fight. And I can’t get the last words that you said, Can’t get those words out of my head. Seven whole days, seven whole days And four words.
And I can’t get away from the burning pain, I lie awake. And the fallen hero haunts my thoughts, How could you leave me this way?” (x)
I don’t want other people to decide who I am. I want to decide that for myself. I want to avoid becoming something too styled and too ‘done’ and too generic. You see people as they go through their career and they just become more and more like everyone else.
This is the tale of Kanye West, who is snuggled in his Kanye Nest, having himself a Kanye Rest, for he must be at his Kanye Best, before he’s off on a Kanye Quest, where he’ll be put to the Kanye Test, in hopes to retrieve the Kanye Chest that is distinctly marked with the Kanye Crest, He shall return to the Kanye Nest and have himself a Kanye Fest, where he will welcome many Kanye Guests, but first he must be rid of Kanye Pests, before he can put on his Kanye Vest and dance at the party with such Kanye Zest.
did you just
this sounds like the intro theme song to a children’s show about kanye west going on adventures and respecting the sanctity of nap time