Lupe Fiasco – Failure scritto da admin 19 Gennaio 2016 they said it was comin back around man back to the lyrics man ok! comin back to people like me its mean so just now let me put the streets down like steam rollers with the cats that push 40ounces through the hood like king cobra see we sling soda cuz the extra 4 in the split is mixed its really thirty six used to buy toasters and clips you can tighten your circle or boa constrict while you was lighting your purple I was over the script see I could walk the walk couldn?t really talk the talk had to get my talk to properly explain my walk but this lack in talk had my walk looking off now im over the limp watch how they muggs drop when they see my verbal’s able when I was po i was low now me and my chaps cop purple label its Ralph Lauren on the rap laureate ****** brown nose they are like alf to him runners at interscope are not a stout as him please don?t inter scope its gon be a whole lot of ivene and respirating if I lean out this window with Irene ****** as tall as Yao Ming with l u p emperor its the foundation’s, I Beams, and the antennas somethingsomething every time I write my John Hancock like you can damn near see Detroit ****** is scared of heights this is seram wrap and aluminum foil some, popuri little machine oil, Istack my paper and throw off my sets this is top flow better look out below pennies from heaven is the same as the semi from the second and I reign (rain) supreme turn your umbrellas upside down did you even catch the change in theme? And them ****** ain’t Watts nor from his regime Gangsta lean Hats on tilt like these ****** ain’t drop out the vending machine You gotta put more money in And I shake ****** up every time I drop a bar (2 for 1) It’s horse in the Porsche and bricks in the box Like mo’ money them every time I cop a car You see I’m a roller, right So it might be a Rover, right But every time I drop a ‘r’ (Get off the streets) It’s “over” aite Bet I be in the head like overnight Like rollers, right She the chauffeur, right So I keep her sober She don’t get Fed Ex like overnight I am Dolemite All that gas can’t help you but solar might Just call on sun Drop a ‘s’ Pick up an ‘o’ Uno, put it all on “one” Brace yourself like overbite “For that quiet ***** that relocated down south Coming back to floss” ***** get your molars right Fix your grill No plaque but a whole lot of cheese This the drill Mr. Chill Gave me the green light like Yoda knife So I’ma force my will Like the Force I wield Of course you will Take my time But weight behind only pertains To that Porsche grill It’s snakes in the hood Gotta watch for that Cobra bite Let me see There’s snakes in the hood A bird, a horse behind the grill Something gator on the seat And a fox behind the wheel For achiever My procedure’s To proceed at all cost With no breather I’m all walk Rain, snow, or fever I’m all coughs coming after your teacher I’m on the ball like FIFA Viva Lupe Duce Long live the leader I remember I ain’t have sneakers It was welfare Coming up for air is like Whales there Fila But now I’m well here I’m Shamu with twelve pair And ****** wanna take me back to zero like tear fare Well, my skill’s clear You Sea World It’s Braille here I’m Bumpy Johnson I stick to the streets Keep my dogs out in front of me You see what I’m saying And I push ki’s wonderfully