Lupe Fiasco - Say Something lyrics

Ugh we just gonna keep it going and going
Until I feel completed and happy about it
You know? Ugh

Opus of a ghetto boy who
Grew into a project man brewster Place
He used to stick his scissors
In his sockets damn
Clear that project runway
'cause this is where my rocket lands
Ain’t got no problems
Houston I AKA then rocket land
Events recent that lit a fire under
Him like pots and pans
Rockets and I up in the sky
Like helicopter cams

And you down there in the traffic jam
From here, i’ve seen a bunch of fake
Shit like avid wrassling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye exam zoom!
Now, I’m like the biggest G up in the room
Still hard to see me like the truth on TV
Or the roof from the sidewalk I don’t flow
I ceiling my mama said they need me
'Cause, I’m made from the
Best stuff on earth, like Snapple Tea Leaves
They glass is half full
So I spit into them like Celie
No longer G now, you can see me
But, your letter's still under my sea
Like seaweed
C and G but nothing 'bout me C-G
It’s all real none of this is green screen
"Shut Up and Let Me Go"
Just like The Ting Tings
I’m feeling like a Mac standing
Around a bunch of PCs
I’ve rocked it from the shottas
To the soccer moms

Try to stop what’s going on
You’ll see the back of my hand
Like the tops of palms
I’m balling like the tops of Palms
Circle of influence getting bigger like the
Ripples on the tops of ponds
Sure-footed and war headed like
The tops of bombs
Dominoing niggas delivery is Papa John's
Little Caesar's of burning down
Your Pizza Huts
Plaque collection building 'cause I don’t
Brush my teeth enough, yeah
Yeah, crack is wack and reefer sucks
You might think this deep as fuck
But this is like my weaker stuff they ask
"Is this his day-to day? 'cause this
Is like a week to us"
Mic is shy and speakers blush
I is shy and he is up I correct me is up
No we is up, 'cause it's like two of me
And each of us rapping acid eat this up
A Town down, peace is up
New York to East Coast
Is cuffed westside riding
Lot of niggas' salty 'cause
'cause I be overseas and tough
Everything seamless
WorldStar never seen this
NahRight gotta stream this
Motherfucking genius

Brave and fly you backbone less and wingless
Bunch of chickens on the strip
I’m coming for they fingers
'Til what they throwing up is meaningless
Chilly Chill
You seeing this? This didn’t make MTV’s list
Finish fingers, eating wrist
Feeding frenzy and shit
Succotash-suffering, chicken fricasseeing
This a beat-eating media blitz
Pace is getting feverish
Pain is growing Seaver-ish
These the peppers Peter picked
Things are at their easiest
Real Compton-city-G’ing it
But, I’m from Chicago house lights, bravos

(Applause) yeah
I'm just playing internet, check
Check, check, check, check