Kanye West is like that one homie—the one whom you can't stand when he's around his cooler friends (Jay-Z, 2Chainz), with whom he becomes an insufferable braggity piece of shit alpha-bro—but on a one-on-one basis, is an intelligent, sensitive and genuine human being. It's the spaces in between West's solo outings where I always forget why I liked the dude; unimaginatively crass R&B remix-appearance West, overblown-group-album God-plex Yeezy. It's not to say his best qualities can't shine through in those contexts—Watch The Throne's "New Day"—but he (naturally) prefers to save his realest shit for his own immaculately-constructed albums.
So I greatly appreciate this track, a perfectly unguarded glimpse of Kanye 2012, from no Kanye album, but rather the soundtrack to the RZA's upcoming film The Man With The Iron Fists (please, please be good not-awful). He's loving him some Kim Kardashian, imagining her in the titular wedding gown, admitting his foibles, disregarding all the bullshit from either of their very-public pasts, just like real people do all the time in real life. It's been noted elsewhere, but Kim-era Kanye definitely seems the most mature and subdued he's ever been, at least as grown and subdued as a person can be who exclusively wears leather pants.