[Lupe Fiasco:]
Compose yourself, like a self-aware opera
Conjurer, in the zone like Sonic the
Produce me a sign of the end times
In time to make profit off the t-shirts
And monetize all our research
And leave Earth feet first, breech
Behold, Whites get whiter in the cold
And colors don’t fade in the bleach, hah
Applause, then fall through a man-made self
Talking to a doll at the pancake house
Then bring the light saber-ers
So bring the lampshades out
Mood, to say something lewd on the news
And move like views on a cruise
And fuse like the Q’s and the U’s
Ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah
[Lupe Fiasco with Nikki Jean:]
Which side are you on?
We’re getting warmer cause I can’t hold on
Are you close to me? Sunset so long
And can you call me cause I lost my phone?
Should I wait for you or should I go home?
I can’t function, these drugs are too strong
I’m seeing stars now, but I’m still unknown
Out here alone, sunset so long
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Mates for life, chillin’ life space with ice
High as a kite
Snakes hiss like air at the St. Claire
When you put it in they face like skin care
But then just take ’em on like a hinge chair
I’ve done that, I’ve been there
This a comeback, let me unpack
And unwrap souvenirs
Free as a speech untap
Flat like time on the run
Why you bring a holster to a gun rack?
That’s the alpha and omega, that’s the vodka and the vomit
Why you playin’ soccer with the Sonics?
That’s a iPod to the Amish
You should get involved with the honest
Where everything’s honored like Elijah Muhammad
Mixed with the pontiff, hooked on phonics
Let’s be liars, that’s not chronic
Condone Islamic, and it’s haunted
[Lupe Fiasco with Nikki Jean:]
Which side are you on?
We’re getting warmer and I can’t hold on
Are you close to me? Sunset so long
And can you call me cause I lost my phone
Should I wait for you or should I go home?
I can’t function these drugs are too strong
I’m seeing stars now but I’m still unknown
Out here alone, sunset so long
(I’ll always love you)
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Sun God Sam and the California drug deals
Rain drop Wayne and the Bangkok love bills
Hoin’, she knows that I’m crooked like Owen
But still goin’ like a paradox, parasite, know it ain’t right
Where the fan, now she knows that I’m horny like Triceratops
Together, but separated like a pair of socks
Wow, like pot, using both hands
And his head is the oath
I only follow escorts now, call it sticking to the program
Fucking all the police, send digits to the pole dance
Come here like Pol Pot
You love it over here like gold watch
I would treat the box like it’s UPS, I would treat the box like a sneakerhead
If you shake and throw it like a match with a cigarette
Then drop it like a match on a gas trail
Fix another round for the mob, you the bomb
Like Jihad, up and down to the door to the back fell
Still wanna, put my meat up in your V like I’m Maxwell
Stick a fork in it, dawg, it’s important to y’all
But it’s porkin’, so it ain’t important at all
So underground, laying with a torch in the hall
When unfortunate calls from the horoscope cards
And the fortunes and balls
Outfit so small, saw a portion of drawers
Career slide off the track and put the Porsche in the wall
Like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
[Lupe Fiasco with Nikki Jean:]
Which side are you on?
We’re getting warmer cause I can’t hold on
Are you close to me? Sunset so long
And can you call me cause I lost my phone
Should I wait for you or should I go home?
I can’t function, these drugs are too strong
I’m seeing stars now but I’m still unknown
Out here alone, sunset so long