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Lupe Fiasco - Just Might Be OK lyrics
Affirmative no further furnishing is needed I believe we are completed, dig We all in agreement on the wall paper happy with the color scheme welcome to the crib A two family habitat for humanity with a view with in the insanity Live my vida loca was built like bob vila villa gone He architected, I arted what I harbored Jimmy Carter from Chicago's west side Finish my construction now we hold we coming like contracepts I'm conciespet that kunta get from conversation held with the Satan on my shoulder Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like shofers were my angels at Painful yet Mary I ain't Jerry Garcia ma here but I'm grateful church [Chorus:] We just might be OK After all Sun don't shine On this day This feeling getting heavy is heaven I am Atlas at this manage the balance Massive mass pull my back with out tipping my glasses This was not pitiful from passes of O G s This is so me Ask us many mention little homie, little bony But the rhymes is fat in fact just like a Rochester customer God bless the mothers and younger brother is a hustler Cause she don't want sob at his wake But he want to follow in the step Bang his hat learn his shake master his swagger in the bathroom Mirror cop a Chevy steady mob in his place Chea it's just the problem we face look his mom is in the face n promises his strait Then he leaves the house that love built that Hug renovate that section 8 pays for Well lets pray for em Let the beat play for em Put the trouble on display for em Cause he gotta go face the drama With a difference face from the one that he use to face his momma If you look close You'll see it consists of a smile that hurts a ice grill in a trace of trauma little bit of his father another criterion that's no difference from a young Liberian who let the delirium worry him living in it the city out of his mind liria reconsilia I'm cool I don't for tell best I ain't nicest MC, I ain't cornel west I am cornel west side chi town Guevara Malcolm eXorcise the demons Gangster leaning He traded in his kufi for a new era chose a 44 over a mortar board I ain't a credited institute graduate I ain't from Nazareth My conception wasn't immaculate I ain't mastering no calculus A good addition to the rap audience I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on What down Joe, knowing is half the battle fighting temptation, have an apple Shakes the snakes, pimp the system Let's get into it, tabernacle. |
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