Bound 2 Karaoke - Kanye West

This title is a cover of Bound 2 as made famous by Kanye West

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 75 BPM)

In the same key as the original: E♭m, E♭

Duration: 03:51 - Preview at: 01:32

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Release date: 2013
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Kanye West, John Legend, Che Pope, Elon Rutberg, Cydel Charles Young, Sakiya Sandifer, Mike Dean, Norman Virgil Whiteside, Bobby Massey, Ronnie Self, Bobby Dukes, Noah Goldstein, Malik Yusef El Shabazz Jones, Lester Allen Mc Kenzie, Charles K Wilson, No I.D.

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Lyrics Bound 2

All them other niggas lame and you know it now
When a real nigga hold you down you s'pposed to drown
Bound
Bound
What you doing in the club on a Thursday
She say she only here for her girl birthday
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty
Rock Forever twenty-one but just turned thirty
I know I got a bad reputation
Walking 'round always mad reputation
Leave a pretty girl sad reputation
Start a Fight Club
Brad reputation
I turnt the nightclub out of the basement
I'll turn the plane around your ass keep complaining
How you gon' be mad on vacation
Dutty whining 'round all these Jamaicans
Uh this that prom shit
This that what we do don't tell your mom shit
This that red cup all on the lawn shit
Got a fresh cut straight out the salon bitch
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love nobody no
Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches
Bound
Bound
I wanna fuck you hard on the sink
After that give you something to drink
Step back can't get spunk on the mink I mean damn what would Jeromey Romey
Romey Rome think
Hey you remember where we first met
Okay I don't remember where we first met
But hey admitting is the first step
And ay you know ain't nobody perfect
And I know with the hoes
I got the worst rep
But ay the backstroke
I'm tryna perfect
And ay ayo we made to Thanksgiving
So ay maybe we can make it to Christmas
She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist
Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches
Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
But first you gon' remember how to forget
After all these long-ass verses
I'm tired, you tired
Jesus wept
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love nobody, nobody
So just grab somebody no leaving this party
With nobody to love nobody, nobody
Jerome's in the house watch your mouth
Jerome's in the house watch your mouth
Bound
Bound

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