Lyrics Kings.lrc Lupe Fiasco
[id: wjssjmat]
[ar: Lupe Fiasco]
[al: Lupe Pharaoh]
[ti: Kings]
[length: 02:52]
[00:10.94]As I proceed to go dig through an old crib
[00:12.66]Hold kids as I blunder through a pharaoh house
[00:14.12]Thug Bones in guild did the parrow piss
[00:16.33]But arrow heads then let the marrow out
[00:18.13]I literally won’t leave lettuce since I’ve received the brita
[00:21.01]And when the sea leaves the land, who will feed the rivers, huh?
[00:21.87]Crazy busy, make me, make me miss ya even when I’m with ya
[00:25.22]If a phone calls in the club, but the music is too loud around to hear it
[00:29.13]Do I still have to clear it?
[00:31.33]Myth be told, 60 souls perished in the perish bill
[00:37.68]Rode a pair of wheels on 50 scrolls with a pair of quils
[00:41.85]Answered the question Americas, Amerikills
[00:45.19]Been living inside envelopes with a pair of sills
[00:48.04]Tall man like (?) downfall from a pair of stilts wearin’ heels, that’s high
[00:53.49]As I proceed to find silver lining, it’s stalagmite
[00:57.17]Cat eyes and scary crowns on a black grace
[01:00.18]Two wave, not to see bubonic plague on your rat face
[01:03.78]Practice on the uttering till it lactates
[01:06.60]Then begin to butterin’ of the pancakes
[01:09.43]Push it to the margin flick the garden to the land lakes
[01:12.67]Associate with mates that spit inside of they handshakes, yeah
[01:20.56]As I walk through the shadow of San Fernando Valley
[01:31.66]Walkin’ like fingers how, how they rally on pianos
[01:35.61]Up and down the dials I WKRP, in Cincinnati
[01:39.84]Let’s settle on the station like less gas for 100 miles
[01:43.42]May I have this last dance?
[01:45.17]Grab her hands then proceed to do the runnin’ child
[01:49.71]Then delude the stomach growls, introduced to somethin’ wild
[01:53.25]Until we see civilization, (?)
[01:54.88]Patients, our art isn’t intimidation
[01:58.53]But you can’t process the progress
[02:00.89]If you get your style ques from outta Complex
[02:03.35]Nah nigga, that ain’t hot
[02:05.56]No, no and no shots, no boas and no thots
[02:09.42]I walk ’em over to motorboat on the yachts
[02:12.48]To go so sober on all the shirk and on overdose on salats, haann
[02:17.27]Francis Ford Coppola’s broken plots
[02:20.19]Port localists rowing in open drops
[02:25.91]Titanic corpse smokin’ from openin’ dose from chops
[02:26.80]Like (?) leaders is lurkin’ with loaded Glocks, haann
[02:29.92]Year of Release: 2015