Partynauseous (Demo) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar & Lady Gaga

 [Lady Gaga:]

Nod if you wanna be high with the enemy

It's a test of your stamina, do your best

Nod if you wanna make love with the enemy

Roll it up, baby, smoke it up 'til we're high


[Kendrick Lamar:]

Tell my mama it's bad karma, I just killed a man

Tell your honor he got to pardon me if I hide my hand

Fuck what you heard, this shit is revolutionary

Fuck what you heard, this is the last illusion, bury

Me with the nerve and ninety-five marksmen

So I can shoot this game until my trigger finger jam

I see red flag, I see blue flag

I pick a color, then make sure I don't give you a pass

You call it gang violence, you call it livin' mad

I called it life, but now I'm like, 'I fuckin' hate it bad'

And so we holler, 'Fuck what you heard'

See, we been down for too long

Fuck what you heard, we been tired of doin' wrong

If you got the nerve to man up and kill a man

Then man up double time and shake that adversary's hand, bang


[Lady Gaga:]

Nod if you wanna be high with the enemy

It's a test of your stamina, do your best

Nod if you wanna make love with the enemy

Roll it up, baby, smoke it up 'til we're high


[Kendrick Lamar:]

Ah, this for the hatred in you

This is for that place of darkness they have placed into you

This is for the early coffins of those discriminated

Or racially profiled, I can look you in the eye

And make a vow that I'll never make another assumption

That you'll never be nothin' to me, he fin' if you did the opposite

I'll still run with pleasure

Doin' you the favour of cuttin' through the evil

Kendrick Lamar like God-lover of all people, bang


[Lady Gaga:]

Prepare, I descend from the East, my name is Lady Gaga

We partynauseous cause moi seem to have some problem with ya

Prepare, I descend from the West, my name is Kendrick Lamar

We party nauseous cause moi seem to have some problem with ya


Nod if you wanna be high with the enemy

It's a test of your stamina, do your best

Nod if you wanna make love with the enemy

Roll it up, baby, smoke it up 'til we're high

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