Lupe Fiasco - Fire lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - Fire lyrics]
I was about as uncool as
A niece's mother's biggest brother
But now it's all butter
Now I'm bout as uncool as some cover
To a pool from a puddle
Like a monsoon but subtler
Slowly pull up my pants
A sagger to a flooder
Now you need a submarine the
Way I'm cuffin' my jeans
Like I'm arrestin' my dress code
The dress clothes and the dress toes
So let's roll
Ghetto Lambda Lambda's how I address those
Niggas might peep and think geek
But, you need that when you
Knee deep goin' on waist-high
Get up to your neck just like a great tie
I finally got the Windsor
Like on my eighth try
Your shirt's still soakin' wet
Your slacks ain't dry
And I have yet to even fall from the sky
I'm hotter than red with a head full of lye
Better run and get Spike
Tell him I'm on fire
Hell, I don't wanna see you
Like a male stripper
As you picture yourself lookin' at
Pictures of male strippers
That's how that I don't wanna
Go to hell nigga
Wish you well like a wishin'
Well wisher wish it'self
It fell at first so now I sail with you
If it happen to sink i pitch in with pails
And pitchers, bucket
And cup it back to the river
Then cover the leak with
Garbage Pail Kid stickers
Dynamite and first aid the way your saviors
Now your flow look like my bedroom
Door when I was four
No rockin that boat, or you be swimmin'
Fo sho oh, I stay ship-shape all aboard
That's just how I roll
When I try and keep the run afloat
Hating's a disease
And it's deadly if you catch it
Crabs in the bucket
Always tryna pull me backwards
Position rarely change so they
Don't really matter
If not the same then similar
Like Asher and Mathers
Bully or I bogard bodacious so I'm Humphrey
I used to rubber band but now I got a bungee
If you let me expand
That refers to the money gucci's all good
Chanel is all chummy
And that ain't even for me
My honey and my mommy
I'd rather be bummy, nappy on top
Cipriani in my tummy
The fade is for the fans
Not even for my fans
It's more for like the brand
Whether you hear the words or
Just a show of hands
The sign language lady who
Be translatin' my jams
You really like the beats
Or you barely understand
Why I throw my set up wherever I am
Man, it's cause I love my town
My mind was a sponge, but now it's Sham Wow
I never throw in the towel
So just wipe me down
But don't you get too close
They might have to put you out
A niece's mother's biggest brother
But now it's all butter
Now I'm bout as uncool as some cover
To a pool from a puddle
Like a monsoon but subtler
Slowly pull up my pants
A sagger to a flooder
Now you need a submarine the
Way I'm cuffin' my jeans
Like I'm arrestin' my dress code
The dress clothes and the dress toes
So let's roll
Ghetto Lambda Lambda's how I address those
Niggas might peep and think geek
But, you need that when you
Knee deep goin' on waist-high
Get up to your neck just like a great tie
I finally got the Windsor
Like on my eighth try
Your shirt's still soakin' wet
Your slacks ain't dry
And I have yet to even fall from the sky
I'm hotter than red with a head full of lye
Better run and get Spike
Tell him I'm on fire
Hell, I don't wanna see you
Like a male stripper
As you picture yourself lookin' at
Pictures of male strippers
That's how that I don't wanna
Go to hell nigga
Wish you well like a wishin'
Well wisher wish it'self
It fell at first so now I sail with you
If it happen to sink i pitch in with pails
And pitchers, bucket
And cup it back to the river
Then cover the leak with
Garbage Pail Kid stickers
Dynamite and first aid the way your saviors
Now your flow look like my bedroom
Door when I was four
No rockin that boat, or you be swimmin'
Fo sho oh, I stay ship-shape all aboard
That's just how I roll
When I try and keep the run afloat
Hating's a disease
And it's deadly if you catch it
Crabs in the bucket
Always tryna pull me backwards
Position rarely change so they
Don't really matter
If not the same then similar
Like Asher and Mathers
Bully or I bogard bodacious so I'm Humphrey
I used to rubber band but now I got a bungee
If you let me expand
That refers to the money gucci's all good
Chanel is all chummy
And that ain't even for me
My honey and my mommy
I'd rather be bummy, nappy on top
Cipriani in my tummy
The fade is for the fans
Not even for my fans
It's more for like the brand
Whether you hear the words or
Just a show of hands
The sign language lady who
Be translatin' my jams
You really like the beats
Or you barely understand
Why I throw my set up wherever I am
Man, it's cause I love my town
My mind was a sponge, but now it's Sham Wow
I never throw in the towel
So just wipe me down
But don't you get too close
They might have to put you out