Tom Biller - Diamonds from Sierra Leone lyrics

[Produced by Kanye West, Devo Springsteen and Jon Brion] [Intro: Shirley Ba**ey] Diamonds are forever They won't leave in the night I've no fear that they might Desert me [Hook] Diamonds are forever (forever, forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever) The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? [Verse 1] Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent gla**es And I've realized that I've arrived Cause it take more than a magazine to k** my Vibe Does he write his own rhymes, well sort of, I think 'em That mean I forgot better sh** than you ever thought of Damn, is he really that caught up? I ask if you talked about cla**ics, do my name get brought up? I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort Or even a four-track recorder So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche Spoil yourself, that's important If your stripper name "Porscha" and you get tips from many men Then your fat friend, her nickname is "Minivan" Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't because [Hook] [Verse 2] I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me Only playa that got robbed but kept all his j**elry Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him 30 minutes later sein' there's no convincin' him What more could you ask for? The international a**hole Who complain about what he is owed? And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame When he came in the game, he made his own lane Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name It's Kanye, but some of my plaques, they still say Kayne Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown Back in the Chi, them Folks ain't from Moe Town Life movin' too fast I need to slow down Girl ain't give me no a**, ya need to go down My father been said I need Jesus So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesar The preacher said we need leaders Right then my body got still like a paraplegic You know who you call, you got a message, then leave it The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic Yeah, the beat cold but the flow is anemic After debris settles and the dust get swept off Big K pick up where young Hov left off Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off I dropped my new sh**, it sound like the best of A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up" Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up Bottle after bottle till we got messed up In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back That'll be the same day I give the game back You know the next question dog: "Yo, where Dame at?" This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back "What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?" They pray for the d**h of our dynasty like "Amen" R-r-r-r-right here stands a man With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands [Hook] [Outro] Diamonds are forever (forever, forever) Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)