Lupe Fiasco - Haaaansome lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - Haaaansome lyrics]
You're new in the game, you
Need that magic juice
Magic shoes in the game
Whipping that coupe, yeah
That passenger could've been you, yeah
I know that you're sick, you're tossing and
Turning, it feels like a futon, yeah
I got my own spread
Spending old bread like a
(like a) like a crouton, yeah
I'm cutting them checks, you cutting your
Finger while cutting them coupons, yeah
And this could've been you hun, I'm
Like maaaan this could've been you, hun
Booking all of these flights
With an account I created with you hun
I know that I'm too wrong
I got passcodes, on my two phones
My passport, it's been drew on
And I’m looking for someone to poop on, yeah
Super ashamed
Or maybe it's you, and I've just
Been used to the blame, yeah
I'm writing these poems, using the pain
And my whole crew entertain, yeah
Killing these beats and abusing the stage
Then they in school everyday
You told me to do it this way, no
Excuses this way, when I do it this way
Yeah i look in my closet like
"who stock i'm boostin' today?"
Who bitch am I making blue in the face?
Have I gotten cruel in a waaaaayyy? (yeah)
But, I whip that coupe anyway
And my jeweler like "girl
What you doing today?"
I'm like "Rodney just got his computer today
More
Than likely we 'bout to go stupid today"
Yeah plus I'm cool anyway
I don't say what I do but I do what I say
And listen, when I said I wasn’t the same
I was talking bout who I’ve been banging
Need that magic juice
Magic shoes in the game
Whipping that coupe, yeah
That passenger could've been you, yeah
I know that you're sick, you're tossing and
Turning, it feels like a futon, yeah
I got my own spread
Spending old bread like a
(like a) like a crouton, yeah
I'm cutting them checks, you cutting your
Finger while cutting them coupons, yeah
And this could've been you hun, I'm
Like maaaan this could've been you, hun
Booking all of these flights
With an account I created with you hun
I know that I'm too wrong
I got passcodes, on my two phones
My passport, it's been drew on
And I’m looking for someone to poop on, yeah
Super ashamed
Or maybe it's you, and I've just
Been used to the blame, yeah
I'm writing these poems, using the pain
And my whole crew entertain, yeah
Killing these beats and abusing the stage
Then they in school everyday
You told me to do it this way, no
Excuses this way, when I do it this way
Yeah i look in my closet like
"who stock i'm boostin' today?"
Who bitch am I making blue in the face?
Have I gotten cruel in a waaaaayyy? (yeah)
But, I whip that coupe anyway
And my jeweler like "girl
What you doing today?"
I'm like "Rodney just got his computer today
More
Than likely we 'bout to go stupid today"
Yeah plus I'm cool anyway
I don't say what I do but I do what I say
And listen, when I said I wasn’t the same
I was talking bout who I’ve been banging