Lupe Fiasco - Untitled [paroles]

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Lupe Fiasco - Untitled

Paroles: Untitled

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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Through the coolest nigga, what if’s ballin’ in my budget
Budgin’ ain’t in my ballin’, nudgin’ ain’t in my nuggets, huh?
Too mean, too mean, no chicken in my luggage
But Michigan Ave jazz drum stick is in the bucket, huh?
Riveter, proceed like abortion clinic picketer
Or don’t heed a no seed deliverer
Or through the glass, face mask on the visitor
And to perform, get a little horn like a newborn unicorn
It’s like miles on a horse
Five-thousand and two-hundred eighty styles for the source

Then filed in the court for a trial for divorce, wow
We’re like miles from the aisle they had walked
From the vows they had smiled now the child wanna forf
File is magnificent mile crowds watchin’ the black male drummer pale
I was tellin’ you before
Sail ‘em to the shore just to sell ‘em to be sure
Intelligent as hell when I tell it to the shore

I be sellin’ them on tour
Now there’s somethin’ to be said ’bout a trumpet to the head
A drummer for the hands, needs somethin’ for the legs
Hmm, let’s call it runaway slave ships
Fried chicken’s tasteless and watermelon’s racist nigga