Lupe Fiasco - Light Blue lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - Light Blue lyrics]
Since a shorty I was 40 and
My 40's is like 80's
So by the time I die, I'm gon' be a baby
And so my youth sound just
Like lightning coming down
See my youth sound just
Like lightning coming down
And my youth sound just
Like lightning coming down
And my youth sound just
Like lightning coming down
From my view here, my hue veers
To a blue smeer on a white wall
What you might call my blue period
I'm two-tiered, but no tats
And I don't know what you call that
Goes on and on like two mirrors
And if you see us then you
Read properly then your heart knows
And your head copies
My two tears, ain't no dead bodies
They my entendres and I'm hungry
So my piece of the pie better
Be as big as Mahatma Gandhi's
Even my filler kills
My 13th just might be a zombie
So thrilling at bringing all
That filling back so if you died lately
Put your trust in the cry baby
Free man don't drive Daisy
But that light I shed so hydrate
In my hot rod with my Vans
On and my hand bone
And my hair long and my circle
Tight and my square strong
I'm in great shape with no shake-weights
Or no weight shakes and tell
Your mama this cake's great
Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake
And not Rihanna, my cake's paper
I rage in Harlem i paper bait
And I take it back, cashes, asses
Autograph it
Before I leave like Cassius Clay
In that big ole car
That bass shake that little bars
So my bass tape and that Drake Go
If ya wanna wake-o then Jaco’s!
Where the cake go? I blew all
That for this great flow
Wish a nigga would step on this
Pergo that I paid for
Red lights, obey my headlights
That head red like peg
Or Santa's sled lights
That mean I heard what she said 'fo
She said what she said outta head
It's like I got a head mic'd
Like a Fed might, but I ain't fed like
Been a hands on homie, my head right
Dreadlocks, but no Red Stripe and that
Both ours like red bike
And the Feds know what I roll like
In a dead man, with some low-lifes
Me stopped, then your lights
I got no lights 'til the stop-sign
I got no rights like Nascar
Or a black man in the deep south
During Jim Crow with the police
That's 99 problems with a ho twice
From no life to Frankenstein
Got it stitched up I'm so nic
My 40's is like 80's
So by the time I die, I'm gon' be a baby
And so my youth sound just
Like lightning coming down
See my youth sound just
Like lightning coming down
And my youth sound just
Like lightning coming down
And my youth sound just
Like lightning coming down
From my view here, my hue veers
To a blue smeer on a white wall
What you might call my blue period
I'm two-tiered, but no tats
And I don't know what you call that
Goes on and on like two mirrors
And if you see us then you
Read properly then your heart knows
And your head copies
My two tears, ain't no dead bodies
They my entendres and I'm hungry
So my piece of the pie better
Be as big as Mahatma Gandhi's
Even my filler kills
My 13th just might be a zombie
So thrilling at bringing all
That filling back so if you died lately
Put your trust in the cry baby
Free man don't drive Daisy
But that light I shed so hydrate
In my hot rod with my Vans
On and my hand bone
And my hair long and my circle
Tight and my square strong
I'm in great shape with no shake-weights
Or no weight shakes and tell
Your mama this cake's great
Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake
And not Rihanna, my cake's paper
I rage in Harlem i paper bait
And I take it back, cashes, asses
Autograph it
Before I leave like Cassius Clay
In that big ole car
That bass shake that little bars
So my bass tape and that Drake Go
If ya wanna wake-o then Jaco’s!
Where the cake go? I blew all
That for this great flow
Wish a nigga would step on this
Pergo that I paid for
Red lights, obey my headlights
That head red like peg
Or Santa's sled lights
That mean I heard what she said 'fo
She said what she said outta head
It's like I got a head mic'd
Like a Fed might, but I ain't fed like
Been a hands on homie, my head right
Dreadlocks, but no Red Stripe and that
Both ours like red bike
And the Feds know what I roll like
In a dead man, with some low-lifes
Me stopped, then your lights
I got no lights 'til the stop-sign
I got no rights like Nascar
Or a black man in the deep south
During Jim Crow with the police
That's 99 problems with a ho twice
From no life to Frankenstein
Got it stitched up I'm so nic