Where is the Album?

[Incomeplete, needs sections and better line breaks]

[Intro]
(Where is the album?)
(Where is the album?)
Yeah, Kanye (I want the album)
I've been waiting long enough (Where is the album?)

[Verse 1]
Didn't even know that you was dropping (Give me the album)
All I know is that this shit ain't dropping (I want the album)
This Fri— it's Friday and it ain't popping (Where is the album?)
You, you got no more options (Where is the album?)

[Verse 2]
Where is the album, Kanye? (Give me the album)
We brought out the red carpets for you (I want the album)
We brought out the welcome mats (Give me the album)
We was like, "welcome back" and all you did (I want the album)
Was take us for advantage and all you did (Give me the album)
Was make us a fucking sandwich (I want the album)
And take it out the fridge, what did you do (Give me the album)
With the sandwich, Kanye? What the fuck did you with it? (I want the album)
I swear to God, everything that I do is wicked
Everything that you do is crooked

[Verse 3]
Bitch, where the fuck the album at?
Donda, we brought out the welcome mats
Did you look to give us something shit
And not actually give us the album
I swear to God, bitch
You ain't never gonna give us the fuckin' album, yeah

[Verse 4]
Where is the album, where is the album
Son? Spanking new
Where is the talcum?
I cut your bitch in the middle like Malcolm
I cut your bitch in the middle like Malcolm
I start a revolution like I'm Malcolm, yeah
Yeah
I like to compare my balls to Martin Luther King, yeah
'cause that's that shit that I bring, yeah
I don't like to rap, I like to sing, yeah
*heavily autotuned* Oooh

[Verse 5]
Donda, I pull up in a Honda to your place
Look you right in the face (Give me the album)
Where the fuck is this album, Kanye? (I want the album)
Where the fuck is this album, Kanye? (Give me the album)
You said— Where the fuck is this album, Kanye? (I want the album)
Stop fucking around, stop fucking around (Give me the album)
We've been waiting for that brand new sound (I want the album)
Stop fucking around, stop fucking around (Give me the album)
Before I start suing you (I want the album)
Bitch, Imma start suing your wife like Kim K (Give me the album)
Come over, ok, yeah, bitch, I'm ok (I want the album)
Yeah, yeah, where is the album? (Give me the album)
Bitch, where is the album? (I want the album)

[Outro: Michael Jackson's 'The Way You Make Me Feel', Queen's 'Under Pressure']
Hee-hee Mmm num ba de (Give me the album)
Ooh Dum bum ba be (I want the album)
G'on girl! Dum bum ba be (Give me the album)
(I want the album)
Aaow! Pressure (Give me the album)
Pushing down on me (I want the album)
Pressing down on you (Give me the album)
No man ask for (I want the album)
Under pressure Pretty baby with the high heels on (Give me the album)
That burns a building down
Puts people on streets You give me fever like I've never, ever known (I want the album)
Hee
Um ba ba be, um ba ba be You're just a product of loveliness
De day da, ee day da- that's okay I like the groove of your walk, your talk, your dress
I feel your fever from miles around
Dum bum ba be
Doo buh dum ba beh beh
Splits a family in two
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about