Lyrics: Kanye West
Music: Christian Gesualdo/Kanye West
The time has come where we must learn
To be more patient in our lives
We want, we need, and we, we want more
We pray for our desires
When things go wrong we start to worry
And say "Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, why don't you help me with my problems?"
But you know, he'll give us what we need
It may not be what we want
He'll give us what we need
It may not be what we want
I love the ..
It may not be what we want
I miss the old Kanye, straight from the 'Go(Chicago)Β Kanye
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta to say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes
I miss the old Kanye
I miss the old Kanye