Lupe Fiasco, Nayirah - PRECIOUS THINGS lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco, Nayirah - PRECIOUS THINGS lyrics]
These precious things
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn
Oh, these precious things
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn on me
Never bite the hands that feed
But when those same hands grab the
Gats and up the sleeves
They gather traps and apparatus
For your grief they catch you lackin'
Wrap around yo' hatch and squeeze
I swear my hands werе pure
I gave 'em manicurеs
Became my adversaries, became my saboteurs
I put karats on them just like rabbit lures
My middle finger's like, "Fuck this nigga"
What happened to us?
Used to be clappin' for us
Thumbs up and then snappin' poets
Now they be dappin' fo's and grabbin' Moet
And they know that I don't drink
At least I don't think
I asked for peace signs
They gave me Leon Spinks
I asked for "Okays", I got
"Up yours" and "Go aways"
Shoo gestures and throat slicers
The motion's made give me a sign when we
Can talk through a plan
But my hands was like "Fam, you
Can talk to the hand, " damn
And these precious things
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn
Oh, these precious things
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn on me
Who put the arms in arms?
I put arms in palms
We was hand in hand, Allstate pinky speaker
Thumb receiver how we used to call make
All shakes
Now it's fingers crossed over small stakes
No taller than the crawl space
Give scissors to my paper
We not on the same page
We was bat, catcher, and pitcher
Now you don't even wave
We used to throw the shaka
Honolulu from the stage
Now you just wanna throw hands
And technicals on my plays (Goddamn)
And these precious things (yeah, yeah)
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
(These precious little things)
How they turn, how they turn
Oh, these precious things (yeah, yeah)
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn on me
It's like you coulda did more to try
And keep us out them handcuffs
It's like we only matter when fans
Is putting they hands up
You got popular, treated us like the Yakuza
You was Vampire Hunter D, now you Alucard
See that's the thing 'cause we
Was praying for you
Air guitar and playing for you
You turned a deaf ear to what
We was saying to you
We was here, can't go back to before
The problem is you don't use us
To write the raps anymore yeah (yeah)
Precious, precious, precious, precious
Things that we love they love, they love
Yeah, yeah precious things
Love, love
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn
Oh, these precious things
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn on me
Never bite the hands that feed
But when those same hands grab the
Gats and up the sleeves
They gather traps and apparatus
For your grief they catch you lackin'
Wrap around yo' hatch and squeeze
I swear my hands werе pure
I gave 'em manicurеs
Became my adversaries, became my saboteurs
I put karats on them just like rabbit lures
My middle finger's like, "Fuck this nigga"
What happened to us?
Used to be clappin' for us
Thumbs up and then snappin' poets
Now they be dappin' fo's and grabbin' Moet
And they know that I don't drink
At least I don't think
I asked for peace signs
They gave me Leon Spinks
I asked for "Okays", I got
"Up yours" and "Go aways"
Shoo gestures and throat slicers
The motion's made give me a sign when we
Can talk through a plan
But my hands was like "Fam, you
Can talk to the hand, " damn
And these precious things
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn
Oh, these precious things
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn on me
Who put the arms in arms?
I put arms in palms
We was hand in hand, Allstate pinky speaker
Thumb receiver how we used to call make
All shakes
Now it's fingers crossed over small stakes
No taller than the crawl space
Give scissors to my paper
We not on the same page
We was bat, catcher, and pitcher
Now you don't even wave
We used to throw the shaka
Honolulu from the stage
Now you just wanna throw hands
And technicals on my plays (Goddamn)
And these precious things (yeah, yeah)
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
(These precious little things)
How they turn, how they turn
Oh, these precious things (yeah, yeah)
Oh, these things that we love
Oh, these precious things
How they turn, how they turn on me
It's like you coulda did more to try
And keep us out them handcuffs
It's like we only matter when fans
Is putting they hands up
You got popular, treated us like the Yakuza
You was Vampire Hunter D, now you Alucard
See that's the thing 'cause we
Was praying for you
Air guitar and playing for you
You turned a deaf ear to what
We was saying to you
We was here, can't go back to before
The problem is you don't use us
To write the raps anymore yeah (yeah)
Precious, precious, precious, precious
Things that we love they love, they love
Yeah, yeah precious things
Love, love