kanye feat on a track called 'the brenda song' too

Lorde stans man

i dont think anti is sleeping in the coming 48 hours

mike dean going to end up in hospital again lets hope he can smoke himself to a quick recovery

soundcloud.app.goo.gl/bDvFeCUDjv2C5d6o6

another day closer

F***

meanwhile at yesac crib:

This is the endgame

cool thanks

need kanyewest dot com to update to know the new vibes

not sure this is kanye produced, no credits on spotify but downloading the song from DSPs it says it's self produced

one more to go

I loved this track tbh im looking forward to their albim now

Cliffnotes:

It's 1648 and Oanye still hasn't released a
Gotdamn thing.

I am a sexy, flamboyant samurai at my home in Nebraska, with a portrait of myself releasing a pristinely timed fart displayed above my Kitanas of varying sizes

I'm perched outside my home watching the waves of the sea gently waver back and forth across the beach, pretending that means my dad who died 15 years ago still doesn't like the idea of the Yeezy slides.. The way of the samurai is complex, searching for meaning in things that don't exist like justice or the ability to sexually please a woman.

My son who I have no emotional attachment to straddles up in his little sandles, clicking and clacking amongst the cobblestone path to my training circle. "Fadda. The Khan has arrived" I tell him to go inside, when he contradicts with a cliche "but fadda" I backhand him with the ring hand. Not a hard one, just enough to get the blood flowing in his cheeks.

The Khan has me surrounded. I further display my honor as a samurai and lay down my weapon, kneeling. The Khan unsheathes his massive uncircumcised blade and puts it to my throat. I show no fear of penetration. He lifts the blade into the air and pauses for a dramatic effect, a last minute pause and looks amongst the crowd, as if gazing for a last second whistle-blower would pop out and yell "this guy's actually innocent" with the proper documentation in hand with well thought out logistics.

I put my hand in the air to gain his attention and fury. I can feel the steely glare giving backshots to the rear of my head, but he must oblige. It is the code. The way of the samurai. I put in my airpods and play track one of Donda. I hear the rustling vibrations and the audible brushstrokes of greatness yeezy yeezy cooked up while coked out on a bender screaming to himself that he is Steve Jobs, he is Mickey mouse. He is Tom, he is Jerry, "you know that muhfucka from naruto, him too" alone in a Wyoming cabin while his personal life and mental health decays around him in a fireball of chaos and incoherence. He has created the greatest piece of art that can be experienced in a lifetime. This is not kanye's masterpiece, but the magnum opus of the heavens. Extraterrestrial life reveals its existence shortly after this album went on streaming services. As a samurai, I have not shown an ounce of emotion since I stopped sucking titty milk and got up and got my own. But that fateful day, tears streamed down my cheeks as the perfected, illustrious, "Hurricane" crept to its climax as the shogun detaches my head from my perpetually zen figure with one clean strike.

they confirmed its ye

in on a classic

smoke a phat one