Lupe Fiasco - Light blue lyrics

rate me

Since a shorty I was 40 and my 40's is like 80's

So by the time I die, I'm gonna be your baby.

Since a shorty I been 40 and my 40's is like 80's

So by the time I die, I'm gonna be your baby.

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And so my youth sound just like lightning coming down

See my youth sound just like lightning coming down

And my youth sound just like lightning coming down

And my youth sound just like lightning coming down

From my view here, my hue veers

To a blue smeer on a white wall, what you might call my blue period

I'm two-tiered, but no tats, and I don't know what you call that

Goes on and on like two mirrors

And if you see us in your red crop then your heart knows and your head copies

My two tears, ain't no dead bodies

Then my entendres and I'm hungry

So my piece of the pie better be as big as Mahatma Gandhi's

Even my filler kills, my 13th just might be a zombie

So thrilling at bringing all that filling back

So if you died lately, put your trust in the cry baby

Free man on dry days, but that light I shed so hydrate

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In my hot rod with my Vans on and my hand bone

And my hair long and my circle tight and my square strong

I'm in great shape with no shake-weights

Or no weight shakes and tell your mama this cake's great

Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake

And not Rihanna, my cake's paper, I rage in Harlem I'm paper bait

And I take it back, cashes, asses, autographic

Before I leave like Cassius Clay

In that big ole car, that bass shake that little bar

So my bass tape and that Drake go, if ya wanna wake-o then jacos

Where the cake go? I blew all that for this great flow

Wish a nigga would step on this pearl gold that I paid for.

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Red lights, obey my headlights

That head red like peg, or Santa's sled lights

That mean I heard what she said before she said what she said outta head

It's like I got a head mic

Like a Fed might, but I ain't fed like

Been a hands on homie, my head right

Dreadlocks, but no red dtripe and that both ours like red bike

And the Feds know what I roll like

And a dead man, with some low-lifes

Me stopped, then your lights

I got no lights 'til the stop-sign

You got no rights like Nascar

A black man in the deep south

Doin' Jim Crow with the police

That's 99 problems with a hoe twice

From no life to Frankenstein, got it stitched up I'm so nice

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