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from Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool (2007)
She said there was no love in her heart.
Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that all apart. She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars. Then one day a guy came along and probably could help her start. He was sincere, made her believe it was safe for her to trust again. Before long she was cool with givin hugs to him. Knew that it was right, cause something was wrong, the alarms in her mind didn't tell her that he didn't belong. There was no... Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder, Alert, alert, alert, alert. (x2) He said nobody else ever loved him. That's why he get high enough to go touch the heavens above him. Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck'em. Every alley he ever slept in, every purse that he snuck in. Every level of hell he's been to and the one that he's stuck in. The one he can't escape, even though it's of his own construction. Maybe you can't relate, maybe you one of those that just doesn't. Maybe he doesn't care, loves to allow these demons to come in with no... Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder, Alert, alert, alert, alert. (x2) Famine striking his home, landing no social standing in the economic pecking order. Emergency relief distribution systems is in disorder, he's checking water making sure it's safe enough for his daughter to float across in the boat he built. Hopefully strong enough to support her. Praying border patrols don't catch her ass process and deport her before she reach the shore of the land of the free. Where they feed you, treat you like equals. Deceive you, stamp you, and call you illegal when there's an... Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder, Alert, alert, alert, alert. (x2) (Sarah Green) There's someone here, and it's not me How could this be? I locked my doors Kept my armies on my shores Point my rockets at my sky I'm so fortified I built my walls so high (so high) So, why? (So, why?) ...are there... Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder, (x3) |
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from Lupe Fiasco 3집 - Lasers (2011)
Things are getting outta control
Feels like I'm running out of soul You are getting too heavy to hold Think I'll be letting you go My self portrait shows a man that the wealth tortured Self-absorbed with his own self-forfeit A shelf full of awards Worshiping the war ships that set sail on my sea of life When I see my own self I wonder if we still see a light We was tight seeing lights Speaking right and breathing life Now I see my demons and barely even sleep at night I don't get high life keep me at a decent height As the old me I predicted all my recent plights Exhausted. Trying to fall asleep. Losses at my recent fights Burdens on my shoulders now, burnin' all my motives down Inspiration drying up, motivation slowing down Things are getting outta control Feels like I'm running out of soul You are getting too heavy to hold Think I'll be letting you go I'm begging me don't let me go We vow like the letter 'Oh' To never go our separate ways And spin-off into separate shows Tired of all the wardrobe changin' Playing all these extra roles Filled with all these different spirits Livin' off these separate souls Point in life is getting hollow Can't wait for the exit hole Give me room. The entry room. Let me in and let me go So I can roam around this wilderness See it for what it really is I'm prepared to filter list Magnify the youth in me, alibi the shootin' spree Amplify the revolution, sanitize the lunacy Strip away the justice, justify the scrutiny I can see the lasers shootin' out of you and me Things are getting outta control Feels like I'm running out of soul You are getting too heavy to hold Think I'll be letting you go Sometimes I feel like the world Sometimes I feel like the world is against me And everything that I've done before I swear we used to be so pure But we can't be in love no more Cause I don't wanna fight this war But when I put down my gun I turn around and pick up one This uzi weighs a ton, but I think I'm done! Things are getting outta control Feels like I'm running out of soul You are getting too heavy to hold Think I'll be letting you go Think I'll be letting you go Things are getting outta control Said, it feels like I'm running out of soul You're getting heavy to hold I think I'll be letting you go Letting you go |