Lupe Fiasco, Guy Sebastian - Blur My Hands lyrics

From the floating death, to the fire of death
To a flower outside my grave an old man
Or were you just being
Polite with your hands?

Take time to learn me
Like court-appointed attorneys
Restore the order
We either join or adjourning
Less you join, I'm up performing the journey
In all earnest, I go so Bernie
Takes another nigga to turn me
Get it straight, I ain't late on states
I'm just sternly stating how what I do
With grace takes another nigga to turn mean
My returning's like Blockbuster with a tape
And I ain't kind but I don't hit
So you starting at the end
That's the part where you begin
I skip the bullshit so we can
Start it where we win yeah, spoiler alert
I can hear you all saying, "Boy
You're a jerk"
But, it's cool though, know we gotta rule yo
Get it in, then we win and do it all again
Ho

From the floating death, to the fire of death
To a flower outside of my grave an old man
Or were you just being
Polite with your hands?
And it really means I'm number one
And you're a fan well that's cool
Cause I think you're number one too
Yeah that's cool
Cause I think you're number one too
Yeah that's cool
Cause I think you're number one

Now me and words, we made a deal
That I'm gon' keep 'em real
And they show me their secrets
I can even cop a feel victorious
Can't match wit, with warriors
I match wig with wit's
Similarly can't mix matchsticks with forests
Only you can prevent what I do
Only dew can prevent what's my view
I match matchsticks with wicks
Wicker man, take a sip of liquor and
Spit the lip off warriors
And spit flames, nigga, get in the gang, ahh

From the floating death, to the fire of death
To a flower outside of my grave an old man
Or were you just being
Polite with your hands?
And it really means I'm number one
And you're a fan well that's cool
Cause I think you're number one too
Yeah that's cool, cause I think
You're number one too, yeah
Well that's for me, heh
Yeah I think you're number one too

It's road rage, without a roll cage
Takes courage to run on these roadways
I know you like "No way" but I'm a full race
All so every soccer Terry Fox molding
Go ahead don't stop, go ahead
Sitting in your car
Just listening to the bars
And there's traffic all around and
You feel like falling down
And the music that I'm spewing out
Enough to calm it down
'Fore you know you're out your car
With your briefcase walkin' round
And them dollars from the budget
That went to S1 Production
And Sebastian on the hook like
Being dug by Michael Douglas (yeah)
So don't start that walk through Echo Park
When life's a one-on-one and you
Caught up in the jam
Just show some love back to
Your number one fan

From the floating death, to the fire of death
To a flower outside of my grave an old man
Or were you just being
Polite with your hands?
And it really means I'm number one
And you're a fan well that's cool
Cause I think you're number one too
Yeah that's cool, cause I think
You're number one too, yeah
Well that's for me, heh
Cause I think you're number one too
Yeah I think you're number one too