[Talking: Lupe Fiasco]
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Ohhh... woaaahh
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Food and Liquor...G Bo we here man
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Gemini... you know how we do
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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
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Affirmative, no further furnishing is needed
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I believe we are completed
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We all in agreement on the wallpaper, happy with the color scheme
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Welcome to the crib
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A two family habitat for humanity with a view of where the insanity...live
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uh, my vida loca
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Was built like Bob Villa be thy God
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He architected, I authored what I harbored, Jimmy Carter
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From Chicago´s west side, finished my construction
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Now behold the coming like contracepts
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I´m conscious ´cept the cons I kept
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With conversations held with the Satan on my shoulder
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Which led to steps that kept me lookin over the shoulder
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Like chauffeurs, where my angels sat
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Painful, yet merry
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I ain´t Jerry Garcia mort here
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But I´m grateful, church
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[Hook: Gemini]
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We just might be okay, after all
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Sun gone shine, on these days
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[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
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It´s fixin to get heavy as heaven
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I am Atlas at this, manage to balance massive masses
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Upon my back, without tilting my glasses
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This was not pilfer from passes of OGs
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This is so me, ask us
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Mini-mansion, little homie, little boney, but the rhymes is fat
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In fact, yeah, just like a Rochester customer
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God blessed the mothers and younger brothers of hustlas
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Cause she don´t wanna sob at his wake
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But he wanna follow in his steps, bend his hat, learn his shakes
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Master his swagger in the bathroom mirror, cop a Chevy, steady mob in his place
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Yeah, it´s just the problems we face
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Look his moms in tha face and promise she straight
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[Hook: Gemini]
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We just might be okay, after all
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Sun gone shine, on these days
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[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
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Then he leaves the house that love built
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That her renovated, that section A paid for
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Well let´s pray for him, let the beat play for him
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Put his struggles on display for him
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Cause he gotta go and finish the drama
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With a different face from the one that he use to face his mama
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If you look close
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You´ll see it consist of a smile that hurts, an ice grill, and a trace of trauma
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Little bit of his father, another criterion
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That´s no different from a young Liberian
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In Mecca named Miriam, weary in the inner city, out of his mind
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Literally recon ciliate
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I´m cool, I don´t foretell best
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I ain´t nicest emcee, I ain´t Cornel West
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I am Cornel Westside, Chi-town Guevara
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Malcolm exercised the demons, gangsta leanin´
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He traded in his Kufi for a New Era
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Chose a 44 over a mortar board
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I ain´t an accredited instituted graduate, I ain´t from Nazareth
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My conception wasn´t immaculate, I ain´t master no calculus
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A good addition to the rap audience
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I back-flipped on the mattress they slept on, me on
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Without Joe - knowing is half the battle
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Fighting temptation, have a apple
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Shake the snakes, pimp the system
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Let´s get into it, tabernacle
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[Hook: Gemini]
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We just might be okay, after all
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Sun gone shine, on these days
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[Gemini]
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We just, just might be okay
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Just Might Be OK (Feat. Gemini)
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| Lupe Fiasco |
