Lupe Fiasco - Happy Timbuck2 Day lyrics

See when loves comes from the center
I'm Mutombo to my members
I heard you heard that I was fly
So I'm Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I make
Miles out them bitches, brew
Listen, you couldn't do a mountain
Trial while on my intertubes
Tour de Force, tied so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself
'cause I ain't had no caddy
Gladly, didn't always have that cake but
I always had a patty or at least a home girl
Like Aesha from Cincinnati
Word to Ken and Kathy
Who says that we can’t be happy?
Sadly that it ain’t no joke on that block
Like Laffy Taffy tried to trap me, dug out
Like a nappy snappy, even Lassie
Attacked me, tag me for grapplin' so I
Can get back to wrasslin’


For the love because the
Foundation is my heart, that's my start
Play my part, make communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato
Got that chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso
Tapatío on my tacos

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(why?) Cause they ain't kickin' it right

Yeah, uhh doin’ them capers for the
Paper like I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all behind
Me like a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran
Hula dance
Not like Yokozuna in booty pants, on Hoover
I do the Dam or at least I'm tryin'
In the hopes that I see some diamonds
On a boat and a piece of mind and
On a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes wanna seek refinement
And the pros wanna keep it client
And the cults wanna see my rhymin'
For the dose of the secret science (yeah)
Wade through the maze on the way
To the stage at the pace of "Amazing Grace"
(okay)
And a raisin raised in the rays of the Sun
Wouldn't fade in the shade of the day (okay)
Will you lay in a cage with a snake
Gettin' flailed on the back and
It nailed to the palm?
Not the nails from salons but
The nails that attack
And a rusty razor blade to the face
To clear your sins? Nah
They don't want that fate, no
They won't take that place, yeah
Gotta get mine from the love from
Below and above in the mud
And the mind of a kind that recline
And relaxed
But design all the time like floods
If you see me from the high road
More Tzatziki on my Gyro

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(why?) Cause they ain't kickin' it right

Say insane, insane in the brain
In the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came
In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall
On the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooohh
Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

Yeah, uh, uh happy Timbuck2 Day
In the groove you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé
Eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei
My whole timeline got that sousei
Hard and soft when I lay it down
Gotta Wu Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying yang
That's Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That's the best of both worlds like
God caused the Big Bang
(Mind blown) Now this might drive you insane
Keep blacks all around that waste
But don't wanna make us senseis
That's senseless, since slaves, man's like
"I don't wanna work, send slaves
On ships, on waves, in waves", okay
Colder than a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her
'lobe just like Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a solar panel
Power panoramic camera
Tanner family photo album
Used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't want that beef
Let that child talk like a king
Let that cow walk in the street
Extra mild sauce on my wings

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(whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic
(whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)
Gimme the mic
(why?) Cause they ain't kickin' it right

Say insane, insane in the brain
In the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came
In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall
On the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooohh
Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

We got any Hip-Hop fans out there?
Where y'all at? Make some noise
Got a day in the city, ooohh
Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video
Timbuck2, basically just a kid from
Chicago that loves DJ'ing