JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Rilis pada 2010, "Gorgeous" merupakan lagu bergenre hip-hop bercampur rap rock yang diciptakan oleh musisi kenamaan, Kanye West.
Lagu ini dimuat dalam album kelimanya yang berjudul My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy dan dibawakan bersama rapper Kid Cudi serta Raekwon.
Trek ini juga digunakan dalam film pendek Kanye yang rilis pada tahun sama, Runaway.
Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Heartless - Kanye West
Simak lirik dan chord lagu "Gorgeous" dari Kanye West berikut ini.
[Intro/Chorus]
Fm G# A#m A#m
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
Fm G# A#m Fm
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Fm G# A#m A#m
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
C# G# A#m Fm
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
Fm G# A#m A#m
Not for nothing I've foreseen it, I dream it
Fm G# A#m Fm
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Fm G# A#m A#m
No more chances if you blow this, you bogus
C# G# A#m Fm
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 1]
Fm G#
Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
A#m A#m
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
Fm G#
All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'
A#m Fm
Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Fm G#
Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums
A#m A#m
Based off the way we was branded
C# G#
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
A#m Fm
And at the airport they check all through my bag
Fm
And tell me that it's random
G# A#m
But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
A#m Fm
I need a happy ending and a new beginning
G# A#m Fm
And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative
Fm G#
This the real world, homie, school finished
A#m A#m
They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it
C# G#
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
A#m Fm
I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?
[Chorus]
Fm G# A#m A#m
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
Fm G# A#m Fm
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Fm G# A#m A#m
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
C# G# A#m Fm
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 2]
Fm G#
Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion?
A#m A#m
The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing
Fm G#
But this is more than just my road to redemption
A#m Fm
Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention
Fm G#
As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me
A#m A#m
But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me
C# G#
I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me
A#m Fm
If a nigga ain't shootin' a jump shot, running a track meet
Fm G#
But this pimp is, at the top of Mount Olympus
A#m A#m
Ready for the Worldâs game, this is my Olympics
Fm G#
We make 'em say ho cause the game is so pimpish
A#m Fm
Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
Fm G#
I insisted to get up offa this dick
A#m A#m
And these drugs, niggas can't resist it
C# G#
Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted
A#m Fm
If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga, I must have missed it!
[Ulangi Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Fm
I need more drinks and less lights
G# A#m A#m
And that American Apparel girl in just tights
Fm
She told the director she tryna get in a school
G# A#m Fm
He said: "Take them glasses off and get in the pool!"
Fm
It's been a while since I watched the tube
G# A#m A#m
Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news
C# G#
I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today
A#m Fm
They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday
Fm G#
And what's a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach?
A#m A#m
I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach
Fm G#
My guy said I need a different approach
A#m Fm
Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke
Fm G#
It's not funny anymore, try different jokes
A#m A#m
Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, x and o
C# G#
And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it
A#m Fm
Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit
Fm G#
Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
A#m A#m
I ain't got it I'm coming after whoever who has it
Fm G#
I'm coming after whoever, who has it?
A#m Fm
You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic
Fm G#
That y'all, it's like that y'all
A#m A#m
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
C# G#
Cause the same people that tried to black ball me
A#m Fm
Forgot about two things, my black balls
[Ulangi Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Fm G#
I done copped Timb's, lived in lenses, kid
A#m A#m
Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots and Benzes
Fm G#
Counting up, smoking, one cuff
A#m Fm
Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbing a blunt, fuck it
Fm G#
Steam about a hundred and one L's
A#m A#m
Kites off to jails, buying sweats, running up in Stetson
C# G#
Nigga hat game was special
A#m Fm
It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals
Fm G#
The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head
A#m A#m
Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead
Fm G# A#m
That meant code red, bent off the black skunk
Fm
The black dutch, back of the old shed
Fm G# A#m
If you canât live, you dying, you give or buy in
A#m
Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding
C# G# A#m
Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan
Fm
Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye
[Chorus/Outro]
Fm G# A#m A#m
Not for nothing I've foreseen it, I dream it
Fm G# A#m Fm
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Fm G# A#m A#m
No more chances if you blow this, you bogus
C# G# A#m Fm
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
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