L/Lupe Fiasco/Lightwork ft Ellie Goulding & Bassnectar
[Elle Goulding] I had a way then, losing it all on my own I had a heart then but the Queen has been overthrown And I’m not sleeping now The dark is too hard to beat And I’m not keeping up the strength I need to push me You sure the lights don’t stop me Turn to stone shining when I’m alone And so I tell myself that I am strong Dreaming when they’re gone Cause they’re calling, calling, calling Calling, calling, calling You sure the lights don’t stop me Turn to stone shining when I’m alone
[Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco] So, what do you bunches stand for? Dreads in the sky, I and I 2 new Vans on a Land 4 Take that back, make that 2 new shoes on a van floor Me and my band out on that road On a never-back-down-from-a-stance tour Yeah, touch more souls than a dancefloor While they touch less tours than a hand or Ceiling fan or wait, let me tell ya slower Lift my fans up to the to the ceiling And you’ll never touch the floor Now if Noah need a rower, I’ll be there with my oar Til we get back to the shore Dad made me a soldier, GI Joe to these Cobras Tryna FBI my panther, CIA my sankofa Infiltrate my Carter, illuminate my culture While they watching through that bunker But I stay up on my hustle Turn that belt back on theyself Now I watch them scream for help Like Africa need aid, or black women as maids Uncover undercovers turn those maids to ?mothers Take the hero out the Nino, keep it real as treble trouble huh? Or maybe cartoon Martin on the boondocks Flip the script on chicks who think they shit smells like perfume shops Half them girls find beauty without a magazine or movie She Delila with them 45 or Keisha with that Uzi Now I know that’s contradiction, wants and needs and competition But it’s hard to stay on point with such extremes in opposition While we waiting on that compromise, proceed with that conscious eye New gang alert: hashtag #occupies Repping to the death of me, FnF what’s left in me All my hate is for the fake recipes for ? Only time I wrestle’s when I’m wrestling with sex and lean Only way I settle if we wrestle over everythig I know that don’t mix like ecstasy and ketamine Funny how I’m only sick if you never catch a thing Argue with your friends over what really the record means Back and forth about it’s course, with professor’s refereeing Why he so rebellious? Up-front with his realness? They wanna be Fiasco’s, reproduce his failures Emperor is his alias, but not Marcus Aurelius This is more like Sparta: kick you down a well, kid And on my last check, I copped that NSX just like Pharrell did Well did, better days to come My only promise is I’ll never ruin the young I’ll never human and sung lyrics in a spirit thats super human to some, keep you pursuin’ the sun of Slums, plus, get up outta them, plus never forget This is where you from plus Make sure that you ballin when you come back up in them, plus We don’t die, multiply, every single come-up A Rumpa-pum-pum-yupTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
